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lxclerc · 2 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

summary: where oscar has done everything in his power to make his feelings for you as obvious as possible, but you are simply quite clueless to the poor boy’s advances pairing: oscar piastri x driver!reader warning: fluff, oblivious reader

note: i wrote this in two hours and it's purely for fun. i did not bother thinking about how realistic this could be at all so it's a bit ridiculous i think

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sometimes, oscar just wants to run into a wall and knock himself out.

maybe that would shake his brain enough for it to formulate a plan for you to finally realize all the oh so awfully obvious hints he’s been dropping. he’s been so obvious that the entire world knows it; all the other drivers, mechanics from practically every team, reporters, fans. literally everybody has picked up on his pitiful attempts at catching your attention but you.

or maybe he needed to push you down a flight of stairs and knock you out for you to finally figure out that he likes you as more than friends. because at this point, it’s starting to get ridiculous. he’s been pursuing you since f3. in every ridiculous challenge with prema to every track walks and everything in between, he’s done everything possible to show you that he likes you, fancies you, absolutely besotted to the sound of your voice.

that never seems to discourage him though, if anything, it only makes him like you more. robert once joked that you’d put a spell on him and oscar can’t quite deny it if he’s being honest.

“y/n, wait up!” he called to you right before the driver’s parade, leaving lando behind him, who whispered a quick good luck to him.

hearing your name made you turn to him, an instant smile on your face that made oscar’s heart violently lurch forward. most of the time, you preferred to keep your hair in a tight ponytail, wanting all the little strands out of your face when you’re on track but this time, strands had fallen off the paintail, framing your face in such a perfect way that knocks the breath out of oscar’s lungs.

you’re perfect in his eyes all the time of course; even in the few times you’d pushed him off track, but there’s something so ethereal about you when your smile is for him.

charles, your teammate, and lewis whom you were previously talking to subtle stepped away from you in order to give the two of you a moment. charles throws oscar a small thumbs up with that maniacal smile of his whenever he’s fortunate enough to be able to watch oscar absolutely get crushed by y/n’s cluelessness every time he tries and drops a hint to his feelings.

“hey, osc,” you greet, easily falling into step with him.

“hey, how’s the down under treating you?” he asked, trying to act casually as he buried his hands in his pockets.

he winced at his own words. how’s the down under treating you? really?

at least you seem to find it amusing as you award him with a chuckle, hand instinctively wrapping around his arm the way girls do when they’re really comfortable with you and don’t want you to get lost in the crowd. you only ever do it to him (and he’s made sure to check) and it never fails to quite literally turn him to mush.

“you know i’ve adored it!” you gush. you love australia, this is no secret to everyone , so much so that you’ve joked about it being your second home race, to which oscar have always enthusiastically nodded in agreement to. “charles, alexandra and i went cafe hopping all around melbourne yesterday.”

oscar hummed, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in his face that you hadn’t asked him to accompany you like the few times in the past but he knows that you and charles’ girlfriend have formed a very close friendship. “is that so? i’m glad you had fun.”

you smile up at him. “how about you? i reckon it’s nice being back home, isn’t it?”

“absolutely. the family’s been asking about you, by the way.” he just wanted you to keep talking. you could talk his ears off for hours and oscar would never complain.

you face instantly light up at that. “i’ll make sure to drop by the mclaren garage later. i miss nicole.”

“she missed you too,” he says before clearing his throat. “so um, are you immediately flying out tomorrow?”

you shook your head. “no, i’m planning to stay for a couple more days.”

“oh good.” he thanked god his hands were buried in his pockets so you can’t see how much they’re shaking. “you’re free tomorrow then?”

you nod and he nods back at you awkwardly. “yeah.”

“oh good.” stop. stop. he already said that. “do you want to check out that restaurant we went to during f2 maybe?”

your face lights up again and your hand that’s holding on to his arm squeezes it ever so slightly in excitement. “oh absolutely. maybe i can bring charles and alex along and you can bring lando and logan.”

oscar wanted the ground to just swallow him up. he could probably shout i love you at you while staring directly into your eyes and you’d think he’s talking to someone behind you. one time in f2, he wrote all his feelings for you in a note and gave it to you only for you to hand it straight to robert without even glancing at it thinking he just wanted for you to pass it along. another time, he spent hours and hours trying to gather the courage to wrap his arm around your shoulder only for you to grinned up at him and wrap your arm around logan’s shoulder thinking he’d just wanted the three of you to huddle around. oscar is running out of ideas if he’s being honest.

“that sounds…fun, but i was hoping, maybe, it could just be — you know, the two of us. like old times,” he manages to let out.

“poor oscar,” lando says as he, charles, max and lewis watch your interaction.

“oscar should just kiss her already,” max said.

charles cackled at that, shaking his head. “she’d probably think it’s a friendly kiss.”

“maybe he just needs to shake her shoulder and scream im stupidly in love with you right on her face,” lewis joked as they kept watching the two of you.

oscar watched as you let go of his arm, leaning onto the railing for the parade. you seem to take your precious time twisting the cup of your water bottle open and torturing oscar at the way your throat constricted as you drank water before you turned back to him with a smile. “yeah, sure, osc. i’d love that.”

oscar returned back to the group of boys with a dopey smile on his face, high off of you as lando slapped him on the shoulder in a small congratulations.

charles couldn’t help but laugh at the look of the younger driver. “y/n’s broken him, i think.”

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logan tried to contain his amusement as his australian best friend fell on his hotel room’s couch with his face buried in his hands, groaning in frustration and looking red in the face. oscar wore a loose white button up with a dark pair of jeans. he’d even worn his nice shoes for the occasion, wanting to be as presentable as possible as he picked you up from your hotel room to see you in the prettiest sundress in the most beautiful shade of blue that contrasted perfectly with your skin.

the two of you ate and laughed and walked around with you holding on to his arm as oscar gathered the courage all night to tell you how he felt.

“and then what happened?” logan asked as oscar groaned, frustratedly running his hands through his hair.

“i told her i love her,” he muttered to himself and you smiled at him with that beautiful smile of yours.

“that’s great, osc!” logan tried to cheer him up, clapping him on the back as he remained hunched over the couch. “what did she say?”

that seems to be a sore spot as oscar only groaned louder, petulantly kicking his shoes off. he can’t quite fathom how such a perfect night turned to him crashing in his best mate’s room so he can vent.

“she said, and i quote ‘aw, osc. i love you too. you’re one of my best friends.’ and then i just about died on the spot.”

logan winced at that, his hand now rubbing on oscar’s shoulder in comfort. “well, maybe next time the wording should be ‘i’m in love with you’?”

but oscar only groaned again. “this is a lost cause. best friend? is that all i am?” oscar starts his rant. “am i just one the many best friends in her life? will we drift apart after we both retire? at this point, i’d count myself lucky if i ever get invited to her wedding. maybe if i want to push my luck, i could be the fucking godfather of her kids.”

and logan only winced again because he never even thought someone could be that clueless and oblivious.

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“you look beautiful, y/n,” oscar tells you as he passes you by the media pen, ignoring the cameras and lando’s knowing grin.

“thanks, osc. you look quite handsome yourself.” a dust of pink covers your cheeks as you smile at him, hand reaching to squeeze his lightly as you pass him by, being led by your pr team.

for a moment, oscar freezes on the spot, unable to stop the way all his blood rushed to his cheeks and the smile that stretched across his lips.

“mate, pull yourself together,” lando teases, pushing oscar forward to get him out of what lando dubs as the ‘y/n l/n induced lovesick daze’.

a reporter who’d seen the entire interaction couldn’t help but laugh as she said; “y/n truly is quite a sight, isn’t she?”

oscar didn’t think his cheeks could get anymore red as he nodded. “she always has been the most beautiful girl.”

lando playfully rolled his eyes as he and oscar continued on. if he was being honest with himself, even he is getting tired with the constant pining between you and oscar. the boy could scream at the top of his lungs how in love he is with you and you’d still think it’s all platonic. this entire thing was getting a bit too pitiful for both of your friends to watch.

which is why charles and lando have taken it upon themselves to finally force you to see what’s right in front of you. oscar loved you too much to even think about putting you in any form of uncomfortable situation even if it comes at his own expense, thankfully for lando and charles, they don’t share the same sentiment and so the two got to planning.

it was simple enough really. lando grabbed oscar by his collar, dragging him all over the paddock towards the ferrari motorhome.

“lando,” oscar whined behind him. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“trust me, mate, this is for your own good,” said his teammate, ignoring all the cameras that had gathered around them, following along.

“can’t you at least let me walk on my own?” oscar complained again, hunched over as lando quite literally dragged him by his mclaren shirt’s collar.

lando shook his head. “nope. i legitimately cannot handle this not going the way it’s meant to again.”

in the distance, both mclaren boys heard you voice your complaints to charles as your teammate held you on the shoulder to keep you in place, a group of mechanics and engineers huddle around the two of you, watching in curiosity,

finally, lando let go of oscar, allowing him to stand properly as the younger boy threw a glare at him while fixing his shirt. then he found himself face to face with you, confusion all over your face as it finally dawned on him what this is all about.

“oscar?” you asked, looking between him and lando along with the group that had accumulated on their way to ferrari. “what are you all doing here?”

lando and charles folded their arms over their chest as charles motioned towards the two of you. “we figured the only way for you to finally get it is if there’s an audience.”

“get what?” you asked again and oscar, palms already sweating in front of you and looking as though he’d rather get struck by lightning awkwardly cleared his throat.

“well get on to it, oscar,” lando says though his accent makes oscar’s name sound like oscah and oscar almost wanted to punch him there and then.

again, oscar awkwardly cleared his throat as you finally face him. “y/n, i have to tell you something.”

you motioned for him to continue. “okay. what is it, osc?”

“i don’t know how else to tell you this without being upfront about it so—”

“what’s going on here?” and at the moment, fred vasseur stepped into the scene, confusion all over his face as he found practically half the paddock inside his motorhome, all of them crowding around you and oscar.

everyone groaned, charles threw his hands up in frustration and lando wanted to bang his head against the table. “fred, you’re my boss, but please stop talking.”

fred was just about to say something else when charles physically dragged him to his side to shut him up.

you turned back to oscar, encouraging him to keep talking even though you would have preferred more privacy.

“i like you a lot,” he finally blurts out. “ever since f3. no, way before that. ever since karting.”

you smile at him kindly. “i like you too, oscar. i told you, you’re one of my best friends—”

every one groaned, cutting you off and oscar shook his head.

“no, y/n. you don’t get it. i don’t just like you. i’m very much in love with you,” he emphasized, remembering logan’s words about wording it properly as he took her hand in his shaky ones. “like…i want to spend my life with you kind of in love with you.”

you eyes widened in surprise and a part of oscar had thought that maybe you were just in complete denial the entire time but he realized now that you truly, absolutely had no idea about his feelings. he doesn’t know which one is worse if he’s being honest with himself.

“well, why didn’t you tell me, osc?” you ask gently.

“love,” he starts softly, the nickname effortlessly rolling off his tongue. “i can’t count anymore how many times i’ve told you and how many times i’ve tried to tell you and how many times i tried to show you.”

“i never noticed.” for a moment, you seem completely dumbfounded and he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips at the adorable way your mouth parted in surprised. you’re adorable, beautiful, gorgeous and every other adjective even if you unintentionally made his life hell the past few years.

“that’s alright,” he reassures you.

you couldn’t help but smile shyly at him as you squeezed his hand. “well, if it makes a difference, i’m very much in love with you as well. like…i want to spend the rest of my life with you kind of in love.”

at that, he laughed again, pulling you towards him as your lips crashed together.

and everyone fucking cheered at that.

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sister-lucifer · 3 months

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hcs 4 toby giving bj 4 first time :3

Toby’s First Time Giving/Receiving a Blowjob Headcanons

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: I know you probably meant Toby giving a blowjob for the first time but I wrote both because i can. enjoy the double feature

Genre: Smut headcanons

Content/Warnings: Oral sex (obviously), Toby likes praise, face fucking, Toby gets a bit rough in his excitement but he doesn’t mean it, he’s just a feral, excitable horndog, scenarios for both AFAB and AMAB readers are included, use of dick, cock and cunt to describe genitalia

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Giving

Oooohhh boy okay, listen

He’s not exactly experienced

Most of the people he went to high school with were incredibly put off by him and the like two who weren’t never went past making out

He has no idea what he’s doing, you’ll have to teach him

The good news? He’s very eager to learn

If you have a dick he’ll try to deepthroat it IMMEDIATELY, regardless of the fact that he’ll choke like a fucking idiot, and you’ll have to practically yank him off of you

If you have a cunt he’ll do the same thing except latching on way too fast and way too rough in a clumsy but genuine effort to pleasure you

Just hold tightly to his hair to keep him from ducking back down and gently instruct him to start slow

You’ll have to be very detailed with your instructions, and he has no shame, so expect a lot of really specific questions

“Should I-I keep flicking your clit with my tongue like th-that?”

“Do you like w-when I circle your tip l-like that?”

Etc, etc

And he’ll say it with 100% sincerity, because he really does want you to enjoy this

It takes him a minute to get the hang of it, but once he gets his rhythm he won’t stop until you’re begging him to

It’s fun for him to watch you squirm and moan, it brings him just as much pleasure as it does you

You can encourage him to keep going by scratching his head, running your fingers through his hair, and giving a little tug when he does something you particularly enjoy

Speaking of which, he responds very well to verbal feedback (re: praise)

You can see his eyes light up when you call him a good boy or tell him he’s doing well

And he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get him praise

Basically, he’s easy to train

Just keep telling him how well he’s doing, and be clear about what you enjoy

He’s more than happy to comply

Plus, it’s kinda hot to watch the drool and cum leak from the gash in his cheek as he eagerly laps up everything he can get from you

Receiving

Well your first challenge will be getting him to sit still

He’s a hyperactive bastard and his excitement will manifest as restlessness

It’s best to have him lying on his back to reduce the risk of possible injury, but he will still shake his legs and fidget with his sleeves as he watches you position yourself between his legs

He’ll try not to touch you at first because he’s not really sure what’s acceptable or not, instead opting to fumble with his fingers and gnaw on his knuckles

He’ll be breathing heavily and mumbling to himself the whole time, before you’ve even gotten his cock out

“I-I can’t believe you’re doing this for-for me…Y-You’re so nice to m-me…I-I don’t—fuck!—I don’t k-know what I’d do with-without you…”

And he’ll go on and on like that until you’ve sucked him so good he can’t talk

He’ll forget his manners the closer he gets to cumming

He’ll get more and more needy and he’ll start to grab at your hair

Unless you stop him, he’ll get rougher and rougher until he’s practically fucking your mouth, pulling and pushing your head back and forth by your hair and thrusting into your mouth

He’ll have drool running down his chin and he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut, just completely desperate and messy

The best part is the way he’ll shamelessly beg to cum down your throat

“Pleeeaaase, please, please, fuck—! I-It’s all I want, just let me—let me cum in your m-mouth, I need it! I-I’ve been a g-good boy, haven’t I?!”

If you don’t say yes he’ll literally cry

But if you do, the absolute euphoria that’ll cross his face is more than worth it

He’ll force you down on his cock as he releases down your throat, his back arching in an almost violent manner as he forces you to take everything he has to give

And he won’t let go until he’s completely done

When you’re finally released from his death grip it’ll be because he’s gone limp, completely spent and barely conscious

Give him a quick kiss before you go to clean up, he’ll lick your lips clean for you

He’ll be riding that high for hours

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pantherxrogers · 29 days

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hi I love your work can you please do a sugar daddy/boyfriend Mingi and what he will do for reader

blurb: sugar daddy!mingi x reader ✧

🎀 pairing: mingi x fem!reader

🎀 warnings: suggestive, explicit language, mention of daddy kink

🎀 summary: spoiled!reader wants to bring all of her friends to coachella. mingi can't say no 🤭

🎀 a/n: tysm for your request! this was super fun (and challenging) for me to write as a san bias, lmao. i hope you love it! divider by @fairytopea

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“I reaaaaally miss you, Mingki,” you coo into the phone, knowing you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. That nickname always gets to him.

Fighting back giggles, you motion a quiet down to your friends, so your boyfriend can’t hear them on the other end.

“I miss you too, baby,” he groans, knowing you’re about to get exactly what you want. But, if you ask him, he really can’t help it. Who is he to deny you?

“It’ll be so nice to see you, baby. Plus the girls really want to go to Coachella, too,” you whine, putting extra pout behind your words, playing it up for him.

“Baby, I only asked for one press pass. I don’t know if I can get extras for your friends,” he added, hoping you’d drop it, but knowing he won’t be that lucky.

Hidden away on the side of the practice stage, Mingi battles with himself on what he’s going to do next. The desert heat beats down on his neck, sweat accumulating in the oversized tee shirt and sweats he decided to wear for soundcheck.

He very well could get more passes for your friends, but he already flew all of you out to Bora Bora because you wanted a girls weekend. If you’d come to California with him, he knew you’d be sitting around in the hotel room for most of the day. So, he paid for the trip without any complaints (like he always does).

“You won’t do it for me?” You whine, putting on the dramatics.

Your friends are in near hysterics, laughing at your antics. They all know how much Mingi spoils you, and they actually find it kind of sweet. You see, Mingi is the type of boyfriend who spoils you beyond reason, but he likes to pretend he isn’t a total and complete pushover (he definitely is).

“Fuck, I’ve created a monster,” Mingi chuckles, already having made up his mind. You giggle softly, twirling your hair around the end of your finger, happy that you’ve won another battle.

On the other end, Mingi glances up to see his captain motioning him back over, signaling the end of their short break. He holds up a hand, mouthing out I'm almost done.

Your playful giggles steal his attention back, momentarily forgetting about the lengthy practice.

A warm blush heats Mingi’s cheeks, while he listens to your kisses through the phone.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, baby!” You squeal, dancing around with a bright smile. You motion a thumbs up to your friends, all of you cheering in victory.

“I’ll send the jet to Bora Bora tomorrow morning, so you guys can get in early,” he announces, fighting to keep the smile off his face. He can still hear your excited giggles through the phone.

“Baby, are you listening?” He playfully chides, knowing how you get tunnel vision whenever he gives you what you want.

“Private jet, Coachella, blah blah blah,” you joke, Mingi answering you with a laugh.

You step away from your friends for a moment, heading into the villa’s primary bedroom.

“I really am grateful, baby. I can wait to see you,” you confess, heart racing at the thought of seeing your boyfriend tomorrow. You fiddle with the Cartier love ring on your index finger, smiling at the memory of when he gifted it to you.

“Maybe I should just fly you out tonight,” he sighs, equally impatient to see you.

“Mmmm, I would say yes buuuuuut,” Mingi huffs, "We have one more shopping day planned,” you mutter, remembering the Goyard bag you had your eye on yesterday.

“Babe, you’ve been shopping the whole trip,” he argues, remembering the multiple notifications he got from his credit card company.

“I know, but I saw this bag yesterday and couldn’t make up my mind about it. I really want it now,” you whine, going into more detail as Mingi listens to your rambling with a smile.

“Do you trust me, baby?” He questions, the wheels already turning in his head.

“Of course,” you answer honestly, confused at the sudden change of subject.

“Then, be ready for the driver to pick you up in two hours. I want you to myself for a night before your friends get here,” he asserts, the low rumble in his voice causing a warmth to spread over your body.

You bite your lip before answering him, torn between the bag and the need to see your boyfriend as soon as possible. The both of you know which one you’ll pick in the end.

“Okay,” you sigh, “I’ll see you tonight,” a wide smile spreading across your face at the thought.

“Good girl,” he coos, making you squirm against the plush mattress beneath you.

“I love you, daddy,” you whisper, warmth flooding your cheeks at the title. Mingi chuckles to himself, fascinated by your sudden shyness.

“I love you too, baby girl. See you soon,” his voice is like gravel now, while he tries his best to not get carried away in public like this.

He ends the phone call with a click, before sending a quick text to his manager.

📱: Need a favor. Gonna need the private jet tonight and tomorrow. Also contact the Bora Bora sales associate for me. I need him to overnight a Goyard bag.

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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Hi!

can you do a fic w/ Oscar where the reader is a PhD student so they can’t really go to any of the races so fans online are DRAGGING her by saying she’s a bad gf, Oscar should cheat on her, and she doesn’t deserve him etc. Maybe she has like an identity crisis at a race and is questioning everything so Oscar is there to comfort and reassure her?

I’m sorry this is very long!

also I love your writing :)

The Psychology of Fans

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst if you squint

Request: omg I love this idea, specifically because I am a student. Also send me ideas plz 🙏. I don't think y'all understand the excitement it brings me to make something that you enjoy :)

Summary: it's a busy time in readers life working on her PhD in psychology. She wants to support Oscar as much as possible but is struggling to find the time. The fans take notice of her lack of presence and start tearing her down because of it.

Warnings: Toxic fans, panic attacks

Notes: written in third person. This one was challenging, but fun to write!

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Everything had been going amazing for the couple. She was starting her PhD in psychology, and Oscar had signed with McLaren for a seat. They were ecstatic for eachother.

They had their own dynamic that worked for them. Spending time together when they could but being patient with the other if things didn't go to plan.

When they started dating, she had requested that her socials and information remain private. She didn't care if people knew they were dating. She just didn't want to deal with the fans and media while she was deep in her studies.

Things between them were great. Oscar tried to keep things as private as he could. It was simple during his formula 2 career when they started dating. There weren’t as many people watching his every step.

His fan base grew exponentially as soon as he signed with McLaren. All the sudden people were everywhere asking for pictures and autographs. All the while, people were asking about his dating life. They were asking questions about her.

When the Australian Grand Prix came around, she made sure she was there to see it. She wanted to support Oscar and his first formula 1 race. It was an exciting moment for him and you wanted to share it together.

The cameras and fans were relentless and ridiculous, in her opinion. Their was never a moment of peace since they wanted to know everything about Oscar and his guest.

After everything was said and done, the fans took nicely to her and Oscar. It was relieving for both of you. It gave the press team less to worry about. Not that either would have cared, but it was nice knowing he wouldn’t had to hear about it in meetings.

School had started picking up the pace. McLaren was struggling this season. It left both of them stressed and longing for each other. She wanted to support him more then what she was but her schedule didn’t allow for it.

Sometimes she would travel with Oscar but didn’t go to the track. It was a small gesture that he appreciated. He didn’t care where she was as long as she was cheering for him.

The fans had taken notice of her lack of attendance. Coming up with their own assumptions about why she wasn’t there. Calling her names that were untrue and hurtful

“Oscar deserves better.”

“Bet she just wants a top driver.”

“Maybe she has other guys when he’s gone.”

It was driving her insane. She knew it shouldn’t get under her skin, but it did. Oscar did deserve someone who could support him full time. Who cheered him on at every race. It was causing her more stress then she could manage.

She decided not to tell Oscar. The idea of burdening him anymore made her feel sick.

It was now the British Grand Prix and she had decided to go and support Oscar despite the work that was piling up on her plate. He had gotten new upgrades on his car and she was saying prayers that they worked.

She practically fell over when he finished fourth. Screaming in joy for the Australian who had been working so hard.

It was on their way out that everything seemed to fall apart.

Fans wanted pictures and the cameras were still in his face. He tried to shied the girl beside him from it, pulling into his side while he walked. It was then he heard what they were saying. Heat rising to his face.

“If you’re not going to say something nice then let us through please.” Oscar pushed past everyone and forced his way to their car.

He held her close that night and reassured her that they were spewing lies. This if they were acting like that then they weren’t real fans.

Oscar was shocked when she came to the Hungarian Grand Prix. He knew she was stressed about school. He saw the dark circles under her eyes. But she is absolutely determined.

Peoples criticism was getting worse by the day. Oscar had started to catch on since his PR team was now bringing it up but he didn’t want to push her.

It was the end of qualifying. Another success from Oscar. A success she didn’t get to see despite all her best efforts.

The thought of what everyone was saying ran wild in her head. An interaction with a few fans left her devastated. They were saying she was only here now because Oscar is doing well. How she should support him through it all. How he could do better then her. How he deserved more.

She was sobbing now. Her mind screaming insecurities. Her breath uneven and her hands clutching her head as she tried to block out the voices.

Oscar had been looking for her after the press conference. He wanted nothing more then to hold her in his arms and celebrate his achievement. He’d been looking for ten minutes with no sign of her.

He tried calling and texting, but had yet to receive an answer. Worry started to settle in his chest. His efforts now expedited only to run right into Lando.

“Have you seen y/n anywhere?” Oscar asks the Brit.

Lando, however, was out of breath. He had run around trying to find Oscar for a few minutes. “I heard her in your driver room. She sounds awful mate.”

Oscar didn’t waste a second moving in that direction. He felt a bit stupid for not having checked there first.

It didn’t take him long until he was swinging open the door to reveal her curled up on the floor. Her hands over her ears and body shaking.

He crouches down next to her. Slowly so he doesn’t scare her.

Sue didn't notice his presence. She couldn't even see her surroundings. Everything was going dark and she knew she needed to breathe or she would lose consciousness.

She heard faint yelling. "Lando!"

It was Oscar's voice. The sound almost drew her back to reality. But the dark confines of her mind had too much of a grip.

Oscar was ready to go into his own panicked state, but he needed to remain calm. He hears Lando slide into the doorway. His face dropping immediately now that he can actually see her.

Oscar takes her into his arms. Her curled up body was now placed between his legs. Her back against his chest.

She was completely absent. She wanted to protest and understand what was happening, but the fear of letting the voices in made her refrain from doing so.

It was difficult for Oscar to stay calm. He'd never seen her like this. He ran his fingers gently up and down her back. He uses his leg to push hers closer to the ground. Her body is trying to fight his, but the lack of air in her lungs makes it difficult.

Oscar wraps his arms around her now, pulling her further into him. Still trying every tech he knows to soothe her.

Lando came back with water and made his best attempt at coaching him through this.

She still was struggling to breathe, which concerned them both. Her hands gripped her head so hard he could see little spots of crimson in crescent shapes.

"Talk to her, mate. It might help her get out of her head."

Oscar nodded his head at Lando's suggestion. The Brit then ran off again to investigate what happened.

Instead of holding her around her middle, Oscar switched his tactics. Moving his hands to slip underneath hers. The little specks of blood now decorate his fingers.

Her mind was trying to grasp onto anything to bring her back. The thoughts are doing their best to pull her back under. She knows Oscar is there. She tries to ground herself with his touch.

He's repeating his words - a prayer falling from his lips willing her back to him. "I've got you. I'm here. Breathe. You're safe."

She tries to slow her erratic heart. Her body has been dry heaving and coughing from the sheer amount of static.

She finds the feeling in her arms and legs come back, using it to push herself further into Oscar. Then, finally, she can feel the thick cloud that has taken hold of her mind to start to filter through. The end of the tunnel in sight.

Her body practically goes limp. Oscar holds her up and leans her head on his chest. Trying to soothe the female in his lap.

Everything in her body hurts, but her lungs are finally getting some reprieve. She takes in the situation around her. Oscar's comforting touch keeps her present.

Her body stops trembling. Only little hiccups now escape as the tears slow. It hurts Oscar to see her like this. She looks broken and he dosen't know how he didn't catch it sooner.

"I'm sorry" falls from her lips. He just shushs her and continues to stroke her arm. "You deserve better than me."

Oscar is taken aback by her admission. He was too stunned to stop her before she continued on. "Other girls can be there to support you. They aren't as busy with school. They are prettier and can travel with you, and you wouldn't have to worry about them cheating -"

Oscar shifts them around until he can see her face. Her puffy teary eyes shattering him. He holds her face in his hands. “Other girls aren’t you.”

She can’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes again. A flurry of emotions tries to take hold once again.

“Who gave you that idea?”

She shakes her head. Willing him to ask anything else. Panic again rising into her throat as caught wrack her body. She tried to pull away from him. Her body starting to close in on itself again at the memories.

Oscar doesn’t let it happen. Holding her in place firmly yes every one of his touches are gentle and loving. He silently wills Lando to come back faster. His teammate has dealt with anxiety and would know better then him what to do.

“It’s okay, Love. We don’t have to talk about it.” He soothes and reassures her until her body goes lax agains his once again. Put exhaustion takes over and she can’t will herself to stay coherent and conscious any longer.

Oscar is relieved when she falls asleep on him. Her breathing becomes even and her body now relaxes.

Lando reappeared in the doorway ten minutes later; Out of breath and drenched in sweat. “Mate, you’re not gonna like this.”

The two boys moved the girl to the small couch and draped her against it gently.

Oscar was trying to hold in his rage. He wanted to storm out of the motor home and unleash his anger on everyone who ever said a word against his girl. The girl he loves. The one he chose and trusts and is ridiculously proud of. Her accomplishments deserve to be praised, not torn down by those who call themselves fans.

Lando had warned him against it. It would be a PR mess and might actually cause her more anxiety. So he bit his tongue and put on the Oscar everyone was used to seeing.

He practically sped through all his media duties. Wanting nothing more then to see that he got her back to the hotel room. Back to a safe environment where she could open up to him.

Oscar was done quickly and back in his room and changed within an hour. The woman asleep on the couch still breathing evenly.

He knew he didn’t need to, but he waited for Lando. The Brit had offered to help him get her back safely and fend off any media who tried to talk to them.

He welcomed the fact that they were distracted. Not caring much as passerby’s gave him weird looks.

She woke up in a foreign place. She distinctly remembers being at the track. Regardless, she couldn’t help but sink into the comfort.

Oscar her her shifting around. Gently seating himself next to her on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She rasped. Her throat both sore and dry from her earlier wailing.

“Please don’t panic-“ he places a hand over hers. “- Lando told me what happened. We’ve both made statements about it and the PR team is doing the rest. Everyone agrees it isn’t right.”

A weight felt like it was being lifted of her chest. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job to make sure things like this don’t happen. I love you so much and I hated seeing you like this. I don’t car in anyone else sees it. I see it and I see you. And you want to know what I see?”

She shoot him a quizzical look, curious as to where he’s going with this.

He smiles. The smiles that makes her feel warm. The smile that make heat rise to her face.

“The greatest thing I could have ever asked for.l

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The Boy is Mine (Z's edition) // e.m.

a/n—guess who's baaaaack. Yeah, I didn't expect it either, but a long and lonely day and some scrolling through this hell site made me stumble upon a few posts that actually made me excited to write again, so here I am.

This fic is a part of @carolmunson's blurb challenge. I had so much fun writing this, and thank you so much, Carol, for sparking that inspiration back in me.

word count: 2.4k

warning: a LOT of fluff. Eddie and reader being menaces towards each other. teasing. playfighting. slight spanking. innuendos and suggestive talk. Swearing. possibly rusty writing as this i haven't written anything in months (i think that's it??)

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain -Midnight Rain, Taylor Swift

The downpour came completely out of nowhere as if someone up in the heavens was throwing buckets and buckets of ice-cold water at the same pace. The entire morning had been a perfect summer’s day, bright and sunny, warming up the ground underneath you, toasting all rooms and cars. It’s what made you want to go out in the first place. You had enough of sitting on the couch every weekend and practically dragged Eddie out of the house by the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt.

Now he was the one hauling you back inside, both of you looking like a pair of drenched cats.

‘I swear to God, if you don’t get your ass over here right this second!’ He shouted through the rain, his hair sticking to his face, water dripping down onto the floorboards of the trailer. He just ran inside, holding an arm out to keep the door open.

‘I’m coming.’ you said, with none of the urgency that Eddie held in his tone. The rain, while cold, felt nice and refreshing against your face. Taking a deep breath in, you let the summer night air fill your lungs, almost forgetting about your impatient boyfriend who was standing waiting for you on the threshold. He called out your name, but you weren’t listening.

‘I’m serious, sweetheart,’ Eddie leaned against the doorframe, growing tired as he watched you twirl around in the rain. ‘If you don’t stop and come inside right this second, we’re gonna have a problem.’

‘I really doubt it,’ you shouted back, making another turn on your heels as the rain caught your cheeks. You couldn’t quite explain what made you act like this, but it was a freeing feeling to just stand outside and let Mother Nature weep her sweet, sweet tears.

‘Oh yeah, and why’s that?’ Eddie challenged, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

‘Because you’re too much of a pussy to come outside and get wet again.’ It was a known fact that Eddie hated rain or water in any form, really, touching him. If there was a way for a person to take dry showers, he would be the first in line to try them. There was something truly unexplainable about him but truly endearing, so who could blame you if you poked fun at the way he groaned when he couldn’t dry himself off properly after a swim or moaned about his hair being a mess?

Even from the distance of the driveway and the gloomy twilight as the sun set, you could see the blank stare he was sending your way; that are you shitting me right now glare only he could provide so casually and yet charmingly.

You poked your tongue out teasingly at him as you twirled around once more, arms spread wide open to receive another bucket load of rain on top of you.

‘C’mon, you’re gonna get sick!’ your boyfriend made another attempt at getting you inside, but if you were one thing, it was stubborn. All spun out, you leaned against the hood of his van. Perhaps a bit too provocative, with your chest forward, as you took deep breaths. You weren’t sure how soaked through your shirt was yet and if the water made the material see-through, although, seeming from Eddie’s reaction, it just might have been. You had closed your eyes but dared to shoot a glance up at him briefly and just about caught him cursing to himself.

You had spent most of the day driving around, stopping here and there to grab something to eat, but it had been right as you decided to stroll past Lover’s Lake that the clouds formed above your heads, and the rain started to fall. Eddie, ever the romantic, ran back to the van like a startled alley cat, quickly disappearing into his comfortably, dry enclosure, and he had run just as quickly back into the trailer once you got there. Overall, besides his hair, he suffered minor damage. His clothes were already nearly fully dry again, but the rain had only gotten worse since then, and there was no way he would—

Your boyfriend cursed again, shaking his head in amusement, as he pulled his sweater over his head and threw it behind him to the ground. You knew as soon as he made that one step past the threshold. You were fucked.

‘Don’t you dare,’ he said the second he saw you hesitantly step back. Ironically, his threat spurred you on to keep moving, and before you knew it, the two of you were making laps around the car through the muddy ground.

‘C’mhere you,’ Eddie said, and despite your best efforts, you both knew it was inevitable that he would eventually catch up to you. You shrieked out as your feet suddenly left the ground, and you were hoisted up over his shoulder.

‘Eddie!’ you hit him on the back, getting bumped up and down as he walked proudly to the trailer door. ‘Put me down!’

‘Just so you can run away again? No way, princess,’ he chuckled, adjusting his grip on you, making you bounce around even more. His hand rested on the back of your bare thigh, the shorts you were wearing that day doing a not-so-tremendous job of covering you up. God, the walk up to the trailer had never felt that long.

‘Edmund Lorenzo Munson,’ you stated, ‘put me down– ahh!’ you squealed as you felt the sharp snap of his hand against your ass. ‘You did not just do that!’

‘You bet I did,’ and to prove his point, he did again, this time a little harder. ‘I told you it would only mean trouble for you if you stayed out there.’

‘Don’t be so dramatic,’ you rolled your eyes just in time before he put you back on the ground. The trailer was warm from a long, sunny day, and the usual ambience of the clock above the TV was overruled by the harsh tap-tap-tapping of the rain on the roof.

‘Oh, I’m dramatic,’ Eddie scoffed, ‘says Miss Let-me-run-around-in-the-rain-until-I-catch-pneumonia.’

‘Ok, first of all,' you held up a finger. ‘That’s not even true. I was out there for about five minutes, so don’t be like that. Second,’ you pointed up a second digit. 'That was dramatic. And third…’ You had finally let yourself look down at his naked, rain-soaked chest. ‘Actually, never mind.’

‘No, no, finish your thought, princess.’ His arms twisted around your waist, swaying the two of you from side to side. His lips were stretched in a wicked grin. Perhaps you were making him forget the state he was in and that he was, in fact, supposed to be mad at you, at least a little bit.

‘You know what, I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say.’ You shrugged and slipped out of his hold, reaching the couch. Once sat, you had the perfect view of your boyfriend, who stood towering over you in nothing but his ripped jeans, arms now crossed as he shook his head in disbelief. His rain-kissed skin was shimmering in the room's low light, and his hair was once again drenched, with curls still dripping water onto his shoulders.

‘Why am I not surprised by that,’ Eddie’s smile persisted as he looked you up and down, a line of worry crossing his brows. ‘I’ll get you some dry clothes.’ And with that, he turned around but did not even take three steps before a small pillow hit the small of his back. But Eddie, accustomed to your hijinks as well as you were to his, barely flinched and affectionately put up his middle finger.

‘Love you too!’ you shouted after him, already peeling off your shirt. Now that you were inside, the room's warmth started tingling your body, and the dampness of your clothes felt suffocating. Not that you would ever admit to the goosebumps rising on your arms—no, not to Eddie, at least.

A few seconds later, Eddie returned wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants and holding a stack of fresh clothes for you. He threw them at you one by one, but with some effort, you caught everything despite his terrible aim. You then considered throwing your wet clothes back at him, but the poor boy had suffered enough, so you quickly got dressed. In the meantime, Eddie headed over to the kitchen, looking for something in the cupboards.

‘I was going to suggest making something to drink to warm us up,’ he answered before you even got the opportunity to ask, ‘but it seems I run out of, like, nice cups.’ Nice, in this case, really just meaning “clean”. He looked around some cupboards while you walked up to him, wrapping yourself around him and looking over his arm at the pile of dishes.

‘There, I used that one this morning.’ You pointed at a mug that had once been clearly hand-painted by a kindergarten Eddie. The wonky blots of colour almost matched the inside, which was stained with coffee remnants from that morning.

Eddie picked it up, hesitating, ‘you sure?’

‘Yesh, of course, just rinse it off, you dork.’

While Eddie got busy making what you hoped would be hot chocolate, you busied yourself by looking through the other cupboards for something to eat. ‘Do you have anything sweet in here?’ You were still looking around the shelves when Eddie pulled your chin in his direction and pecked a kiss onto your lips.

‘I meant more like cookies or something, but thank you.’

‘Yeah, I think we got a pack of those iced biscuits around here somewhere.’ Indeed, on top of the highest shelf, which he knew you wouldn’t be able to reach, there was an unopened pack of sugar-vanilla-icing-coated cookies. By the time Eddie handed you your mug of hot chocolate, you had already eaten two, dipping your third one in the drink. Knowing Eddie, he would have already poured in some colder milk for you, leaving you with no need to be hesitant on your first sip. The beverage warmed you up from the inside, and you couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh of relief.

‘What?’ you looked up at Eddie, feeling his gaze on you, but as soon as you addressed him, his eyes focused on his own drink.

‘Nothing.’ He leaned casually against the counter.

‘No, no, you were clearly thinking something so just spill it out.’

He made you wait by taking one long sip of his hot chocolate (extra cinnamon). He leaned forward to grab a cookie, but you quickly pulled them away, knowing he was trying to prolong your wait for an answer.

‘Fine,’ he smiled, ‘I was just thinking that you’re so fucking cute when you’re stubborn.’

‘Try again, loverboy,’ you replied, unimpressed.

‘It’s true!’

‘It’s not, and we both know it,’ you glared at him with narrowed eyes. ‘So just tell me.’

‘It was, actually,’ he stole the cookies back from you, taking one. His eyes never left yours as he scraped the sugary vanilla icing off the top with his teeth. You both tried keeping a serious face, but that was simply never an option for the two of you. It was just the question of who was first to break.

You kept looking at him with your unimpressed and unconvinced look, trying hard to push back the smile, much like he was most likely.

‘Ok fine,’ he bit into the biscuit. ‘I was just thinking, I can’t believe that you even make your biscuits wet. Like, that is actually horrid.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ You laughed, exasperated, finally cracking down on your serious look. ‘Eddie? Seriously?’

‘Yes! I mean, look at it,’ He pointed at the cookie you just pulled out of your drink. Half of it was darker as it soaked up the liquid, the icing slightly melting off, too. ‘It’s all soggy and gross, and you like that?’

‘You need to get yourself checked out, Munchie.’ You bit into the “soggy and gross” biscuit, enjoying the chocolatey infusion of the baked good.

‘Very funny.’ He slurped his hot chocolate until he drained the last sips out of the mug and placed it down on the counter, nearly pushing off a stack of plates. You weren’t far behind him, finishing your own drink and placing the dish back as well. The two of you were shuffling around the small kitchen space, manoeuvring past each other until you wrapped your arms around him, engulfing him in a tight embrace. Eddie kissed the top of your head as you murmured a sweet “thank you”.

‘For what?’ He asked.

‘For everything.’ You said against his chest. ‘Taking me out today, the hot chocolate, making sure I don’t die from pneumonia.’

‘Well, it’s still early.’ He corrected your last point, and you let your teeth grace over his chest, nipping him lightly.

‘Ow!’ he laughed through his shock and pain. ‘Did you just bite me?’

‘No.’ You said, mouth right against the fabric of his shirt.

‘No,’ Eddie mimicked your mumbling, pressing his face against your hair. ‘God, you’re so annoying.’

‘Am not!’ you gasped. ‘You are.’

‘I am?’ He raised his brow, and stupidly, you agreed.

‘Yes.’

‘Ok, fine.’ and so, you were up in the air again. ‘I’ll show you just how annoying I can be.’ With you over his shoulder once more, he brought you into his bedroom, dropping you into free fall down onto the mattress. You bounced as the springs creaked underneath.

The room was a mess, and you had to push an abundance of random objects off the bed as you made your way to the top of it. Shirts, underwear, folders, guitar picks, pencils and books all fell to the ground. Eddie got onto the mattress, too, falling to his knees upon it and slowly making his way to you. You were all too aware of his tactics, knowing he was trying to take the slow approach to tease you. So, instead, you tried to make yourself a bit more comfortable, propping up the pillows for a better headrest. Picking one up, you noticed the little brown notebook lying there.

‘Dear Diary, God, Harrington is so hot. I swear I just want to take his big fat—’ You started making up things as you flipped the pages, but before you could read into any of the actual lyrics or campaign ideas that Eddie had jotted down, he ripped the notebook out of your hands and threw it across the room, falling somewhere onto his desk into a pile of cassettes.

‘I hate you.’ He said with a smile, his hair now tickling your cheeks as it dangled down in semi-wet strands.

‘Hate you more.’ You pulled him in by the collar, kissing him passionately, continuing your chaotic yet perfect day until the late hours of the night.

the end.

my own analysis on the challenge - i feel like "my Eddie" is different each time I write him, even when writing for no particular au, but I usually I do try to make him a little bit goofy and awkward, always in on the joke and hyper and just.. .cute, ya know haha. I also always love to add in random ideas about him, so that's how we get hydrophobic!eds here, but he's also totally got a major sweet tooth, and yes, his middle name is Lorenzo. i don't make the rules.

I also feel like setting the setting as a "romantic" night will really show what people consider romantic in terms of personal preference, which should be super interesting to read.

thank you so much for reading!

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Calcinidae Bay Lot Tour: Marine Discovery Centre

I finally got around to picking the terrains I wanted to use for Calcinidae Bay's subhoods, so the Bay now officially has a(n as-of-yet unnamed) Downtown! Yay! Let's take a look through the only currently-finished lot there, the Marine Discovery Centre and Aquarium.

First I wanna shout out @dirtfauna for suggesting I build an aquarium and getting me thinking about this in the first place! As I was putting on the finishing touches I was also inspired by seeing @lolabythebaysims's gorgeous lot influenced by the Belle Isle Aquarium.

Before I get into the lot, I need to show the original Sims 4 shell for reference. It's "what the.. shell?" uploaded to the Gallery by simbellaz, and as you'll see, it was both perfect for and wildly impractical as the basis for an aquarium.

I don't normally go for shell challenges that have so many internal walls, but all those little 1-tile-wide hallways were practically SCREAMING to be made into fish tanks! The external "walls" you see added to my TS2 shell are all either actually half-walls, fences, or just windows placed with moveobjects, all of which are allowed within a standard shell challenge. It may seem like a cop-out, but it's more limiting/challenging than you'd think.

But enough preamble. Let's take a look inside!

The entrance is also a small gift shop. It seems like every aquarium I've ever been to has also sold jewellery. Don't ask me about my tiny penguin earrings.

I really wanted a "fish tank tunnel" vibe, and the effect was... almost perfect, lol. Close enough for a shell challenge IMO. I so so badly wanted to break my CC-free rule to place some fish shaders, but I'm glad I stuck to my guns because I think the solution I came up with looks goofy but effective. (Plus you wouldn't see them in build/buy anyway.)

Ooohhhh jellyfish tank ooohhhhhh they're so lifelike and graceful

I have my fun.

That little "airlock" room is a fun pirate-y undersea exhibit that connects to the outside and is probably where school field trips would loop around rather than heading upstairs.

Through the pirate's cabin is a touch pool and tactile play room where kids can inspect rubber anatomical fish models. I like to imagine the TV plays a short looping movie featuring a B-grade celebrity talking to a cartoon bass about the water cycle, fish spawn, and pollution.

The outdoor area is where the field trip groups would probably eat their packed lunches, fill out activity sheets, and take a commemorative photo with the world's worst greenscreen that's supposed to make it look like you're underwater but just ends up eating half your hair and shirt.

If you're not a student and you're just here for the love of fish, you'd probably head upstairs to get a closer look at the fish tunnel, smaller specialty tanks, and the squid/octopus models. (This room is technically considered outdoors thanks to the shell so tbh I'm not sure how lighting/temperature would behave during gameplay.)

The third floor has more tanks, some hands-on displays about aquatic plants and marine ecology, and finally a room with the actual floor-to-ceiling aquarium objects.

I thought this would be an interesting lot to run as an owned business, so I included a small employee area tucked behind the guest toilet block on the ground floor. It also helped to naturalistically answer "how would Sims feed themselves if their outing wouldn't stop complaining they were hungry," a concern I keep in mind whenever I make a lot I think would be a nice place to take a date.

And here's the floorplan! This lot had a pretty severe ugly stage but I'm really really happy with what we ended up with and the vibe I achieved without any CC. Hope you enjoyed reading this far and that it could give you some decorating inspiration!

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kikker-oma · 4 months

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LU HEADCANNONS FOR EACH OF THE BOIS

ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Four

Looks at his feet ALL THE TIME while walking, he doesn’t wanna step on a minish. Speaking of which, aside from Legend, is the only one fluent in more than one language because he knows the picori language

His hair looks brushed? Nah, it’s not. He tried brushing it and it always gets tangled, but the knots are just so fine it doesn’t even look like it’s tangled, so he only brushes the top layer of his hair.

Hyrule

Keeps the peace. One of the only reasons that the chain isn’t at each others throats. Part of the reason is that he doesn’t know what half of these debates is about, but is very good at making each side seem like he agrees with them, even though he’s confused.

Memorizes facts about everybody’s Hyrule to be prepared. Is VERY keen on being prepared. Even though he may come off as chaotic, he always has a plan for whatever will go wrong. Very much belives in murphey’s law.

Legend

ANGSTY GUY. Seems talkative but NEVER talks about what he truly thinks just talks because he feels the need to show people that he exists and is strong.

Claims that he hates children. Yet he will hug any baby he sees. Absolutely adores children if we are being honest. He even got Sky to teach him embroidery so he can embroid little blankets for babies 🥹

Sky

Hopeless romantic. He will wax poetry about Sun for 25 hours seven days a week if you let him. He shares literally everything he’s interested in with her.

He sometimes (this is so OOC but idc) sends post cards of him and Fi to LD-301S Scrapper to make him jealous. He absolutely hates that tiny robot.

Time

Cryptic. Will spill traumatizing memories of his past but will make them so cryptic that nobody will understand WHAT he’s saying.

(I think we can all agree) a father at heart. He knows eventually he will have to bid his goodbyes to the other 8 members of the chain but REALLLLY doesn’t wanna.

Twilight

Will eat table scraps

Is either REALLY good at getting women or REALLY bad, depends on where and when. Even though he is he regrets everyone because he’s still sad about Midna.

Family therapist. He knows everybodies problems and never shares them to anybody else, he’s always there for everyone.

Warriors

Even if he flirts with women, he never wants to date anyone. He’s still kinda… traumatized about Cia. He is more of a “take you out on a nice date but remains just friends” guy. He knows it may come off as toxic but he has best intentions.

He actually got his scarf enchanted by a great fairy. It as a defense boost and attack up. There is a reason he wears it, gotta be fashionable and practical.

Wild

LOADED, like 999,999 rupees. Because of this, for each era he goes to, he buys a yard of fabric for his home era. He will find use for it… some day.

As much as he and Flora are… alright together. He is still salty about her. He knows that she was struggling with finding her own destiny, but he still doesn’t like how he was treated.

Wind

Do NOT challenge him to any card game. At all. He will win he will take all your rupees and there is nothing you can do to stop him. And by the rare case that you DO beat him, he will pull the “young innocent baby boy” card which makes you want him to win and end up revoking your winner status.

A mischievous boy. Will poke people with his wind waker and finds it hilarious ever. Single. Time. The amount of times Wars literally had to hide it from him as he kept using the “control” power (idk what to call it) is uncountable. People would think that he taught Aryll all of this, but nope. Aryll was the one that taught him all those tricks. It runs in the family.

Ooohhhh these headcannons are so fun!!!

Fours little fairy knots in his hair is oddly adorable

Hyrule being the peacemaker instead of sky is really refreshing and I feel like more on oar for his character tbh!

Legend embroidering baby blankets has my heart MELLTIIINGGG😭❤️

Sky being a gremlin to Scrapper is also VERY true to his character. Sky is the best little piece of crap 🤣🤣

Time being SO cryptic hahaha and why shouldn't he be? It's so much more fun that way LOL.

Me feeding Twi all my scraps

Poor wars, Cia really is disgusting😠

Wild being rich🤣YES HAHA and they would be so shocked too lolol

Wind will BANKRUPT wild in a game of cards haha that would be a night to remember lol

#sweet blarefordaglare #linkeduniverse #linked universe

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bonefall · 8 months

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What are the four seasonal gods like generally? Sol seems to just be A Little Bit Chaotic, Midnight is said to be benevolent, but what about Rock and One Eye? (I know One Eye requires sacrifices? But ig that wouldn't necessarily make him malicious? Idk fsgcghdfj)

I'd like to learn more in general! Gods and mythology go brrrrr

ALL of them can actually take sacrifices, it just so happens that only Sol and One Eye have actually done it in the timeframe of BB.

It doesn't HAVE to be blood either, it can be anything of value. Sol and One Eye are just like that.

SOL

He gets bored easily.

It's not that he's evil, he's just self-absorbed. Everything is about having fun.

He really was a pretty terrible god, though. Fallenleaf comes to learn his services are in high demand, and he was really needed.

You might think he's vengeful, but he's not. If you beat him according to the rules they agreed on, that's winning fair and square.

I feel like he feels kind of bad he abandoned Harry so quickly, like he knows it was a dick move and he kiiiiinda doesn't want to think about it.

Something about him is more mortal than anyone realizes, but even I'm not sure how. He's strange compared to other gods, as if he didn't lose himself in the ascension to godhood.

Ironic for a God of Change.

MIDNIGHT

Is lonely. So lonely.

She can give you eternal life, but no one ever takes it. Why does no one ever take it?

But she's too nice to overstay her welcome or defy a request. And too cowardly to explore the world and find more people who leave eventually.

So she just stays in her den by the ocean, hosting all who pass through.

Minds her own business and draws cats to her as visitors.

Fallenleaf liked her at first, but has actually grown a negative view of her. Midnight wants something and won't go get it, using her immense power to just stare at the ocean.

What a waste!

I feel like she keeps a distance from mortals because she feels like she has some kind of obligation to not interfere. Besides, what good is a god no one wants to visit?

Shouldn't people WANT to go out of their way to seek her wisdom??

(And then she drags them towards her anyway lmao. Actually a very funny character. I have thoughts about her)

ONE EYE

He likes to see what words people use for him.

He likes to see what people call upon him, too.

This entity is not one who forces himself upon the land. He simply comes when he is called and they call him evil. Another one of his many names, he says.

At leaaaast... that's what he says. He is a VERY vindictive being when he feels slighted. If you declare war upon him, he will finish it.

"Scorched Earth" translates directly.

He can be incredibly cordial though. Surprisingly so. I actually have been thinking of having him visit each Clan in Thunderstar's Justice, meeting with its leaders, testing who would be his greatest partner.

During Hollyleaf's Century, Lion's Roar summoned him with a certain number of sacrifices.

But once One Eye moved into his body as a vessel, he didn't let go.

He was still using Lion's Roar as a vessel in DOTC. Lion's Roar had lost all control of his body, practically hollowed out.

I have a really clear feeling of his personality but it's hard to put into words. He's charming. He's well-spoken. His words smell like roses and sound like trickling blood. He asks to be invited and refuses to leave. If you offend him he will destroy you. He is interested in you. He watches hungrily like a snake.

And he ate Tom, partially because he was delicious, but primarily because he was a disobedient and disrespectful rat who did not know his place.

Star Flower is expected to know her place, too. She serves him. He is kind to her, and she loves him, but if she has to give up her life for him-- he expects her service.

As a god of war, sun, and fire, he's every bit as dangerous as you think he is.

You don't kill Gods. You trick them. Sun Shadow tricked him, seeing his body was unstable, and challenged,

"You are not the sun. Behold the sun that shines above us! It is there and you are here!"

"Haa. Your taunt shall not work. I am the sun and I shine just as bright."

"You do not shine now. I see no shine."

"Then behold!"

And that's how Sun Shadow got the guy to explode himself inside his shitty battered vessel LMAO

I have this full story in my head I just need to write it out tbh.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

ROCK

He wants to be left alone. He does not like you

He wasn't always this way. He is a god of measurement, archival, the night sky, memory. Quintessence and moonbeams, that which subsisteth, and what seems.

And once upon a time, he hosted a trial for those who wished to be his temporary vessels. Going down into the tunnels wasn't a trial for ALL warriors, just those who sought his ancient knowledge.

Once upon a time, he believed that the purpose of knowledge was to be shared, but only to those who would do right with it. He chose his vessels carefully and benevolently.

But what happened in Hollyleaf's Century changed him. It killed him. A selfish tyrant, the actions of her opposition, the senseless destruction of the victorians humans...

And then his vessel, Jay's Wing, was murdered. He felt him die and he couldn't save him; he's just a god of truth. Not of affecting it.

He's kinda got Sotha Sil vibes. His last big action was burying his vessel and casting a great spell upon a patch of Old Growth forest in what's now ThunderClan; the humans did not see it for many years, as if it simply wasn't important.

When the illusion faded, the humans simply believed they had not noticed it, or had underestimated its size.

Funfact: humans have big brains and lots of meat and are easy to disorient. That patch has a reputation for confusing people, hikers get lost there a lot.

Doesn't like people. Especially doesn't like Sol or Fallenleaf, refusing to distinguish that they are two different entities.

"You won't be, eventually. No I won't help you avoid that fate. Fuck you"

Has a softness for Jayfeather in particular and no one else. He would have let Hollypaw and those kits drown if he wasn't part of the group, that day.

But also Jay knows how to annoy him. If it wasn't for the fact he was the reincarnation of his beloved and tragically killed Final Vessel, he would have let him drown long ago.

Lightly malicious, in a way. Doesn't value mortal life. Mean.

Kinda ironic that Jay's reincarnation is more like Rock in this life than he is to Jay's Wing. Rock would lament that his influence has ruined him.

#better bones au #Spirituality overhauls #BB!One Eye #BB!Rock #BB!Midnight #BB!Sol

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pinazee · 9 days

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Rob-a-bye Baby

Finally some focus on Chief Vick! Kirsten nelson did a great job on the first real ep where she gets to play a more substantial role. (“Head detective my ass” always makes me chuckle) i only wish it had been more. She was more of an obstacle than part of the plot, though i guess technically her character kind of grew at the end. She does admit she was overreacting with Shawn but this realization was done off screen. I’d have loved to see her try to run over her husband, and having a little breakdown. Something that gave her more depth. I want to know who she is as a person. Was she a runner who wanted to get back into it so she can finally have some time for herself? Does she struggle with who she wants to be as a mother? Was the baby even planned? Was she concerned it would affect her job, or her ability to do her job? Idk, just something that added a bit more color to her character tapestry. I think theres a lot to explore here is all.

Perhaps im biased, but i feel like Shawns reaction is a bit out of character. Like yeah, he’d find it a boring assignment but i also think he’d understand how important it is to the Chief and take it seriously. Plus, Gus is right, she gives them cases, it’s pretty important for their business that they remain on her good side. And in the end he didn’t help her at all. The nephew just came back and that was the resolution. i think i would’ve preferred if Shawn had been struggling to find them too. Like every nanny he came across he could find something wrong with them because Chief Vick deserves the best. Or he had a nanny picked out all along, she just couldn’t start right away but he somehow needed the excuse to look into the nanny burglary ring? Idk. I guess its not really that big a deal. Perhaps it was to introduce a flaw in Shawns character. Like they were saying he needs the thrills to make the job worthwhile. Which is fine, i think that aligns with his overall character. In fact, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fucked somethings up later just to bump up the challenge for shits and giggles (which is such a weird phrase btw). I just think in this one specific case, he would have handled it with a bit more care.

Gus’s blimp dance! He’s so excited! After the last ep, i just want him to be happy

I just wanted to point out the lady who plays ada was in a movie called Wolfcop. Theres an actual movie called Wolfcop.

Chief Vick’s power pose is so strong, it possesses her when she sleeps haha

Did she just spit her pastry out on the ground??

This always makes me chuckle because, like, why? Why would they have them go down those hill lol

I think this is another case of Juliet getting way too into undercover work. I don’t think thats any of her actual wedding or birth plans even if the show made it look like such.

Im so confused why they were at a pet store instead of a pawn shop. What did that guy sell to him? How did the pet shop guy know it was stolen? Unrelated, but it was a nice touch that Shawn immediately spoke in a way the pet shop guy understood, even if it was just for the haha’s.

Gus’s nickname Schmuel Cohen is a real dude! Why does Shawn have the name of the composer of the Israeli national anthem locked and loaded?? The guy died in 1940. When/ how would he know that???

Awww poor Tim!

Juliet agreeing pivots and divots is fun to say lol

I wish they could have expanded on Nanny Henry! Like he was going to refuse to keep helping out but Chief Vick broke out her mommy voice and also kind of pleaded with him for help. Then we could have gotten some scenes of them, maybe talking about the past, or Henry asking her to look out for Shawn since he doesn’t have the police as part of his squad and therefore no backup, which Chief Vick explains that he’s practically a member anyways and would be treated as such, not only because of who his dad is but because he’s practically one of her own anyways, so of course she has his back.

#It would be pretty fucking bold to rob a house right next to the chief of polices house #psych tv #psych usa #psych #psych rewatch #shawn spencer #burton guster #shawn and gus #james roday rodriguez #james roday #dulé hill #dule hill #timothy omundson #maggie lawson #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #chief vick #kirsten nelson

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blarshwritezz · 26 days

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Yesss requests open. So, about your OC Suko, what if her darling would constantly challenge her in surpassing her height, always wearing taller and taller heals each date, standing on a higher surface, anything to surpass her. It's mostly a game to the darling, would she take is as a game too or act far too competitive?

If you feel like it you could also write some nsfw at the end where Suko gets a fun idea to keep her darling beneath her ;)

-🔴🦊

Yay! Oc request!

On Top

F oc x gn reader

TW - slight/implied NSFW, mild yandere behavior

Intro to Suko

This wouldn't do. No, this wouldn't do at all. Not any more. You've been doing this for about a month now, and it was absolutely adorable at first! She even wore some slightly shorter heels in the beginning, as the look of pride and happiness on your face was utterly irresistible.

But it was too much! She might die if this goes on any longer. Of course you were absolutely adorable, but that wasn't it. Not this time.

"Babe, I need you to be shorter! How am I supposed to kiss your forehead if I can't even reach it?!" She whined.

Yes, this was the incredible problem she was facing almost daily now. How could she survive without practically painting your face pink with her lip glossy kisses? It was torture.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, the view from down here is gorgeous, but you look good from every angle so that's really not a valid point."

She was kind of cute like this. You wanted to go higher just to see how upset she'd get. "Oh come on, it's not a big deal. You get to be the shorter one for once. Isn't it nice?"

You were just having so much fun! And your girlfriend's pouty face was certainly a sight to behold. It wasn't often that she acted like this.

"Come on, I'm dying here! Just let me kiss you all over!" She usually did show affection through kisses, with everyone, but especially with you. You couldn't escape her lips peppering your skin. Until now, that is.

It was her favorite way to shower you with love, right next to aggressively helping you become a better person and live a happier and healthier life.

But, this time, you decided to concede. "Fine fine. Can't have you dying on me." You bent down and immediately her lips crashed against yours, pulling away before you could adjust to kiss your face everywhere she could.

"Darling, I really am starting to get tired of you being the taller one though. You know how I like to be on top..." She whispered between kisses. "And I know you like it too, baby."

She smirked, her lips meeting yours more gently this time. More passionately. The taste of her cherry lip gloss consumed your senses as her tongue explored your mouth.

She grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer. Her chest was nearly pressing against you as the make out got more heated with every passing second. You swore she could hear your heartbeat.

"Come on, I think you need a reminder of why I'm so good on top. Clearly the other night wasn't enough." She whispered, close to your ear. She very gently bit your ear lobe and kissed down your jaw before dragging you away to somewhere more private. She wasn't going to let you free for a good few hours.

Suko loves a good smooch! Sorry if it's a bit short or not too great or if the end is too SFW-

#blarsh writes #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #anon ask #yandere x you #yandere x darling #female x reader #female yandere x reader #female yandere x you #female yandere #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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XH and cock warming, MTL. Who'd be into it and where would he be okay with you doing that/scenarios? Who wouldn't really be into it, and why? -🎃

༻ mtl to be into cockwarming:

most

jiseok

seungmin

junhan

jungsu

jooyeon

gunil

least

jiseok & seungmin would like cockwarming a lot, but for different reasons. seungmin imo would see this as an intimate way for you to spend time together while also trying something new. he’d love staying inside you, enjoying the warmth, the passion, the clenching of your walls around him, as he caresses your hair and soothes your body with gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders. he’d keep this for the bedroom or a nice hotel room

jiseok on the other hand would see it as a fun challenge to spice up your sex life with. he’d want to see how long would it take you to start begging him to fuck you, and how long he’d also manage to keep himself from cumming. he’d tease you a lot by occasionally pinching your nipples, marking your neck and chest in order to stimulate you even more. he’d prefer to do this at home so he can freely use the rest of your body, but i can also see him doing his own thing as you cockwarm him - like playing video games, watching a movie or just scroll through his phone

junhan & jungsu would find cockwarming a great way to spend a random lazy afternoon. it might happen spontaneously or not, but both of them would be surprised to see how much they actually enjoy it. it would bring them comfort to just chill on the couch or your shared bed, cuddling you with their dicks buried in your warmth. i can see both of them letting you do it in the practice room when you need each other, but you’re not able to do more than that…

jooyeon & gunil wouldn’t be into it cause they just prefer to fuck you instead. they wouldn’t dislike it if you suggest to try it, but it feels so much better when they give it to you… they don’t have the patience or self control that’s needed to do something like this

#enjoy living with that seungmin vision now 🤭#💌: xhdream inbox #🎃 anon #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #gunil hard thoughts #jungsu hard thoughts #jiseok hard thoughts #gaon hard thoughts #seungmin hard thoughts #o.de hard thoughts #hyeongjun hard thoughts #junhan hard thoughts #jooyeon hard thoughts

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luimagines · 4 months

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Hello! Thought I'd take up Glitter's challenge to shout ideas off of the "caring for the chain" post, so here goes:

Jumping off of Warrior's part and the shoulder massage, I have a story line running in my head (that will probably never get written, just fun to think about through) where OC accidentally becomes the go-to masseuse and the chain uses her for weaponized care because they can sick her on the others when they won't accept help and they can't find it in themselves to say no to her–

It starts with Wind pulling something in his neck during a fight but he brushes it off, tries to be all bravado, but it keeps him from sleeping that night. OC wakes up to him really struggling with it, and offers to massage it a little since she also gets stiff necks from bending over a computer and studying constantly. It helps immensely, and Wind is finally able to sleep. A few days later, Sky's hand gets kinda frozen up from overuse/being clenched in a fist so much (a combination of both whittling in his off time and an entire day spent with sword in hand due to several ambushes). Wind picks up on it and deviously asks OC to help (despite Sky hissing at him not to) and once she comes over, Sky just can't say no. It helps a lot, and Wind actually wants to learn how to do hand massages too (so he can help his grandma when her hands get stiff from arthritis) and he starts trying to practice on everyone, much to their annoyance. 😂

After that, Wild gets a really sore shoulder and both Wind and Sky (like the gremlins they are) call OC over to help him. Wild, like Sky, is afraid to hurt OC's feelings (despite her clearly saying it's totally fine if they don't want her help) so he accepts. This process then repeats, and the ones who've already accepted her help get a lot of satisfaction out of sicking OC on the other Links and pressuring them into accepting care/a massage when they're being stubborn.

Last would probably be Legend, who either puffs up like an angry cat and flat out refuses, only to crumble under the pressure of the group when they say he's going to hurt her feelings (and then melts because that boi probably has some KNOTS in his shoulders from all his prickliness), OR would refuse and OC tells the others nicely to lay off and not pressure him; and then later, in a more private moment when the others aren't around to tease, OC sees him still in pain and offers again, and he finally gives in (and still melts because like you said he's probably touch starved) and who knows, maybe he even falls asleep right then and there and is really embarrassed waking up/on OC the next day, but feeling so much better– both his shoulders and his heart feel a little lighter~

Oh man- this is such a good idea. I should have done something like this when I got the prompt to give massages.

Just one by one- Reader comes in and starts collecting the boys like Pokémon to succumb to relaxation for the first time in forever. DX

I'm willing to bet Time get migraines and it's not long after Reader helps with Legend that they realize Time has been flinching and wincing all day. He's a little more unfocused than he normally is and there is a moment where he pinches the bridge of his nose despite no one doing anything.

The similar recipe follows.

#pinky replies #anon headcanons

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adore-laur · 6 months

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FRUITCAKE

— a new year’s addition to southpaw 🎆

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The sparkler in Sawyer's hand burns out with a lackluster fizzle, just like the end of another year. Staring at the Orlando skyline, everyone, including the twinkling stars above, is out celebrating tonight. Free spirits roam the streets across the centerpiece lake with liquor-infused veins and festive accessories decorating their faces. Straight ahead, each apartment complex window is lit with strobe lights in various colors and a mixture of music booming in each square.

From where Sawyer stands on an unfamiliar balcony, she is just a spectator on the sidelines. She isn't that much of a social butterfly. Parties of any kind are where her fragile wings curl inward, shy and shielding her from a potentially awkward state of affairs. Dressing up is the only reason she agreed to attend the New Year's Eve celebration at some high school acquaintance's studio apartment. Harry, too, she supposes. He's her date tonight. However, mingling comes much easier to him, so he's probably inside having more fun than she is.

His wrist has just about healed, thanks to the time he's been dedicating to physical therapy. Sawyer has been by his side every day, taking care of him and loving the new way they can be around each other since that stormy night outside 7/11 four months ago. It's been challenging keeping up with his bustling life as a professional baseball player and trying to balance her job with how often he travels, but it all proves to be worth it when she feels giddiness course through her veins whenever she's near him.

Harry is the sole reason why Sawyer looks forward to waking up in the morning. The rays of light that shimmer through her bedroom curtains are nothing compared to when she sees the smile on his face, topped with two dimples that make a home for the sun. A sleepy smile when he picks her up and drives her to work bright and early, always with two McDonald's hash browns and a large orange juice to share in his cup holder. A childlike smile when he holds her hand while strolling through the city, swinging their arms as he points at different houses he would like to live in. Her favorite is a radiant smile when she visits him at practice, and he spots her sitting in the scout seats. He always jogs over to her in his dirt-stained uniform and leans past the barrier to kiss her hello, leaving her with a lingering taste of Bazooka bubblegum. She really likes it when he kisses her.

To put it in celestially simple terms, she's over the moon in love with her sunray.

As the party inside rages on, Sawyer sighs between her chattering teeth. Orlando gets nippy at night, and all she wants to do is fall asleep under a nice, warm blanket. Or against Harry's chest. It's hard as a rock, but she doesn't mind since his hands and lips make up for it.

"Southpaw's not out here with you? Bummer."

The hauntingly familiar voice makes Sawyer jolt out of her lovesick trance, a sudden feeling of unease twisting her stomach into a knot. It belongs to her ex-boyfriend, the one who decided to cheat on her behind her back. She had seen him walk in with his buddies and managed to ignore him... until now.

"Leave me alone, Jordan," she calls out monotonously without turning around to see his smug face.

"You got all dolled up, and your boyfriend isn't even paying attention to you," he says mockingly, his voice and footsteps getting closer.

"Go away."

"Are you two a thing now?" he presses like an interrogator.

Ugh! The audacity to ask such a thing! Sawyer turns to face him and brazenly replies, "That's totally none of your business."

Jordan removes his tattered trucker hat, ruffles his hair, and then puts it back on. "I think it is my business, considering you basically left me for him. You moved on fast."

She laughs to herself. "You're so delusional. Take the hint."

"Whatever," he says dismissively. His dilated eyes grossly run up and down her body. "You dress sluttier now."

Sawyer feels like she just got punched in the gut. It's one thing to hear him insinuate that she changed herself now that she's dating Harry, but it's another thing entirely to be degraded by someone she used to have idle respect for. An unsettling fusion of frustration and embarrassment seeps into the open wounds of her wings. Nevertheless, she puts on a brave face.

"Don't make me get Harry," she says with the most threatening tone she can muster up, "otherwise you'll be leaving here with a black eye."

"All right, all right." Jordan backs away, holding both hands high in surrender like a wimp. "Just don't get your dainty little heart broken."

"Screw you."

He doesn't reply and just gives her one last taunting look before sliding the squeaky patio door open to head back inside. Sawyer crosses her arms defensively and swallows down the burning lump in her throat. She's miserably cold, so she begins to cry. Not a sob, but a puny noise that gets stuck on the way out of her mouth and causes tears to fall past her bottom lashes. She knows wholeheartedly that she shouldn't let Jordan get under her skin. The flippant remarks he spewed are irrelevant and don't deserve to make her sensitive side come out of hiding. His words still hurt, though. Her confidence when she arrived has been completely demolished because of a stupid boy she once knew.

After ten minutes, the patio door opens again, and Sawyer hastily wipes away her tears with the back of her hand. Maybe she should just go back inside and find something to distract her; maybe join in on a lousy game of beer pong in the kitchen or find the television so she can watch Boyz II Men perform on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve.

Looking up, she sees Harry standing in all his exuberant glory, wearing a cozy brown sweater and his trusty corduroy cap. He's also holding a plate with fruitcake on it. She doesn't have the energy nor interest to ask where he got it and why he has it.

"There's my girlfriend," he says happily, one hand casually perched on the doorframe. "You and me, let's go. They have Heart queued up for karaoke; we're doing "Alone.""

Sawyer wraps her arms around her shivering body. "I don't wanna sing right now," she says, trying to mask the glumness in her voice.

"Why not?" he asks as he walks toward her. "It's our song. Or we could get crazy and do "Barracuda." Or I could ask for "Suddenly, Seymour," if that's more your speed."

"No thanks."

"C'mon," Harry begs, setting the plate on a nearby table and embracing her in his strong arms. He tilts his cap up to smack a few warm kisses on her cheek, then murmurs, "I need you for the harmonies."

"You can do all the parts." He's a decent singer, surprisingly. "I believe in you."

He huffs and starts playing with her fingers, twisting her rings and rubbing his thumb over her glittery nail polish. "Please?"

In her pretty dress and tiara, Sawyer tilts her head and looks at him with big brown eyes that never fail to weaken him. She knows what she's doing—she's been doing it to him for years.

Harry immediately shields his face and says, "Don't give me those eyes."

"Give you what eyes?" she asks innocently.

"Sawyer Alejandra," he says as a warning.

She stomps her foot and cranes her neck back. "Do not use my middle name."

Smirking, he cradles the back of her head to tilt it forward again. "You stomping your foot only makes me want to kiss you. Stop being stubborn and tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing. I just want to go home."

"It's not even midnight yet. Did something happen?"

"No..."

"It's endearing how bad of a liar you are." His inquisitive gaze travels around her face, stopping at the slight wetness visible under her eyes. "Hey," he says softly. "Have you been crying? Why are we crying, baby?"

Sawyer sniffles and stares at the ground. "Is my outfit too much?"

The crème satin dress with a pleated bust outlined in gold flows elegantly down her body just the way she likes it. The tiara on her head arches with glimmering silver beads, an accessory she was so excited to wear. In the full-length mirror at her house, it seemed like the perfect outfit. Now, she's second-guessing it all because of Jordan's imprudent comment.

"Why? You look like an angel," Harry says while drying her leftover sadness with the sleeve of his sweater. "I almost didn't let us walk out the door, remember? We were kissing until we got dizzy."

She quirks her lips to the side and chews on the inside of her cheek. After a moment of insecure contemplation, she quietly asks, "Am I too much?"

He smooths out her eyebrows, his own becoming furrowed. The warmth and gentle caress of his calloused fingertips give her a sense of safety. "What brainless birdie is pecking nonsense into my girlfriend's head?"

"Jordan," she says with a wince. "Um, he came out here and tried to talk to me."

Sawyer braces for impact since his name has always been a touchy subject around Harry. She still remembers the time she told him the news about Jordan cheating. It was almost scary the way he was so willing to throw a screwball at him with a broken wrist. He might have been joking, but she fears he would have done something marginally worse if she hadn't persuaded him to leave it be. Karma probably unleashed her wrath anyway.

"What did he say to you," Harry says, jerking his chin up. It's not a question; it's a demand.

There's no way he's going to let her wriggle her way out of this one, so she truthfully relays, "He told me I dressed sluttier now."

Another brace for impact. Sawyer racks her mind for ways to restrain him if he moves to go find him. Judging by the size of her arms compared to his, she highly doubts she'd succeed.

"Which way did he go?" he asks in a calmer tone. His hand moves to her hip and flexes, almost as comfort for her and a way to suppress anger for himself.

"Please don't cause a scene," she says hurriedly. "The year doesn't need to end in a fist fight. Or another wrist injury."

Harry doesn't listen and glances behind his shoulder. "Do you want me to get him, or do you want to?" he asks through a tightened jaw.

"I think doing neither is the smartest choice."

Looking back at her in bewilderment, he says, "That dumbass made you cry, Sawyer."

"I cry all the time!"

"Yeah, over puppies," he stresses with flailing hand gestures, "and The Golden Girls. This is something serious that clearly made you upset!"

Sawyer scoffs. "Excuse me, The Golden Girls is very serious."

"That's wonderful, babe, but you need to listen to me." He points at himself. "I'm pissed, so what I'm gonna do is go get Jordan and have a civil conversation with him, 'kay?"

"Can I try my very hardest to convince you otherwise?"

Harry starts backing away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "If you use those eyes on me again, we're going straight home, and you'll be in big trouble."

"I would actually love to go home right now."

He pokes his Shirley Temple-stained tongue out on his way to the door. Just as he's about to turn around, he stops and begins walking forward. He reaches behind his neck to remove his knitted sweater, then gently tosses it to her. "I thought I told you to bring a coat, Sawyer," he says before retreating inside.

The graphic tee she gets a glimpse of fits him well — a little too well — and the thin silver necklace he wears briefly catches in the light, the 'S' pendant he's had for years. He always teases her and says he got it because his last name is Styles. Sawyer smiles at the thought and absentmindedly toys with the 'H' pendant around her neck. She then puts on his sweater and lets his leftover warmth engulf her. It smells like his house, his cologne, his sheets--just him. It consumes her in an overwhelmingly beautiful way.

Harry is gone for no longer than a minute when he comes out again, this time with Jordan trailing behind him like a dog with its tail between its legs. He guides her to a chair and pulls her down on his lap, taking his cap off and sticking it in his pocket like always. Some curls fall over his forehead, and it makes her heart squeeze.

With one tattooed arm winding around her waist and the other holding his ankle propped on his thigh, Harry starts the conversation with a casual, "Long time no see, Jordan."

"Styles." His eyes narrow and shift over. "Sawyer."

"I heard you two already had a chat out here."

He uncomfortably readjusts his footing. "Yeah, we bumped into each other."

"Oh, did you?" Harry asks sarcastically. "You know, you're digging yourself a deeper hole by lying."

"I'm not lying," Jordan replies with too much confidence.

Harry laughs in amusement. "That's funny." Sitting up a bit, he tightens his hold on Sawyer. "I suggest you tell the truth and tell me exactly what you said to her."

"Dude, it's not that big of a deal."

"It is when my girlfriend is involved."

Jordan scoffs and looks around incredulously. "Well, maybe if you were out here with her instead of ignoring—"

"You fuckin' cheated on her, mate, don't tell me—"

"Stop it!" Sawyer blurts, stressfully swiping a hand over her forehead. "Both of you, just stop."

Harry takes a deep breath and cracks his neck. "I want you to apologize," he continues more calmly, "and if you're not willing to do that, then I'd be more than happy to have a little chat with you myself."

Jordan's hesitant body language speaks for itself. He knows not to mess with him. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry for what?" Harry asks.

"For saying—"

"Speak to her, not me."

Jordan grinds his teeth, making awkward eye contact with Sawyer. "I'm sorry I said that you dressed sluttier now. You... look great. You look happy."

"Thanks," Sawyer mutters while picking at her chipped nail polish.

"See?" Harry says, flipping his palms up. "That's all we needed."

"Can I go now?"

"Sure thing, bud. One last thing: I never want to see your face again or hear that you've been talking to my girlfriend, got it?"

"Jeez, chill out. Happy fucking New Year."

With that, he removes himself from the interaction with a drunken peace sign. The thick tension in the air disperses, and Sawyer releases the breath she'd been holding while curling into Harry's chest.

"Boys are so exhausting."

Harry hums, lightly scratching her back. "You're not wrong."

"Not you, though." She kisses his jaw and then scans the balcony. "Hey, is there a reason why you brought an entire fruitcake out here?"

"Oh, it's— I, uh," he stammers, his shoulders slumping. "I forget."

Sawyer cradles his cheeks and giggles fondly. "You make me laugh, sunray."

His skin grows warmly rubescent under her touch. "I burn brighter when I'm around you. How could I not when I get to hear that laugh?"

She plummets deeper in love, a straight drop into daylong devotion. "My sunray."

"Forever." Harry goes off into his own world for a bit. After studying his surroundings, his face suddenly lights up like he mentally stumbled upon some profound epiphany. "Wait, listen to this. You asked me if you're too much, yeah?" He nods to where the dessert he brought out sits. "You're like that fruitcake. On the outside, people who don't know you assume things about your character, like how people judge fruitcake by its appearance. They say it doesn't look tempting before they even try it. But on the inside" — he gently pokes where her heart is — "there are all these delightful little fruits that make up who you are. They take people by surprise."

Sawyer hides her face in his neck. "That was a really stupid analogy."

"You were so about to smile," Harry says, giving her a playful noogie. "I can tell."

She slaps his hand away. "Ow! I was not."

"Were too."

A sudden boom interrupts their harmless bickering as fireworks begin shooting off in the sky, making Harry instinctively pull Sawyer closer due to the startling noise. They both turn their attention past the balcony railing and admire the colorful, celebratory explosions. They burst and crepitate amongst the stars, grandly signifying the start of a new year. She was so enamored by Harry that she didn't even hear the partygoers chanting the countdown inside.

"It's 1992," Harry says in her ear. Over the thunderous noise, his voice sounds like a deep rumble, but it's still comprehensible to her since she's tuned into him constantly.

Sawyer turns her head to find him already staring at her. She smiles. "Happy New Year."

"Our first year as a couple," he says as he fixes her crooked tiara.

Shyly averting her gaze, she whispers, "Yeah, it is." It's probably impossible to hear.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask, Harry."

"I know." The fireworks look mesmerizing in the reflection of his pupils. "It's just that you get so nervous. I want to make sure you're comfortable since our dynamic has changed."

Sawyer passes a hand over his stomach and hooks her pointer finger in one of his belt loops. "I'm always comfortable around you. Besides, nothing has changed too much, has it?"

"No, I suppose not." He smirks and glances at her lips. “Except we kiss now, which is super cool."

She scrunches her nose. "You're silly."

"In all seriousness," he says with a squeeze to her hip, "take however long you need to warm up to this whole thing. I can be patient for you."

"I'll get there."

"I know. I know you will. We're dating now, but that doesn't stop you from still being my best friend."

Sawyer rests her forehead against his. "I love you," she mouths over the sounds of revelry in the sky.

"In what way?" Harry mouths back.

Beaming, she speaks up loud and clear. "In a way that makes me want to kiss you all the time."

His eyes close for a second before he replies, "You can't say things like that. Shit, you're making my heart go crazy right now."

She places her palm on his thumping heartbeat. "Then kiss me, summerboy."

"Mm. Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"That's fine by me."

Harry nudges his nose with hers before diving in, capturing her lips with a slight clashing of teeth. Deep and slow, he lets each one linger while guiding her face with one hand. He's a face-grabber when he kisses, and it makes her entire body shudder. She can taste the maraschino cherries he always eats first before sipping his virgin cocktail. Sour and a little bit sweet, something she can never get enough of.

He eventually pulls away with a soft pop. Over the past few months, he's gotten quite acquainted with Sawyer's mouth by kissing her like he's making up for every time he wanted to but couldn't. "I love you so much." Kiss. "And I'm obsessed with you." Kiss. "And I could look at you forever."

Sawyer gets her own kisses in, three smacks in a row that make him hum blissfully during each one. "You'd get bored of my face," she replies breathlessly.

"I would absolutely not." He twirls a strand of her golden hair and stares at her attentively. "Your eyes are such a dark brown, but they still light up when you smile or laugh. I fuckin' love it when they do that. You're my brown-eyed honey angel."

"Do not start complimenting me."

"God, and when I first met you on the beach" — Harry looks off into the distance and shakes his head slowly — "I thought you were so pretty. Like, it blew my mind how someone could be that pretty."

Sawyer presses her fingers against his swollen lips. "Literally shut up, Harry."

"Then I heard your voice, sweet and soft like a songbird." He's giggling through his words now, but they still come out with complete sincerity. "My heart made room for yours right then and there. I was a goner."

She blushes profusely. "Stop it, or I'll push you off this balcony."

"Then you almost gave me a concussion, but I feel like that was fate. You made me dizzy then, and you make me dizzy now."

"Enough!"

"I'm going to love you for a lifetime, Sawyer," Harry confesses candidly. “I hope you know that. You could push me off this balcony, and I'd still follow you to the end of the earth."

"That's oddly romantic, but let's love each other through 1992 first," she tells him, patting his dimpled cheek. "Okay?"

"Whatever you want, fruitcake."

She laughs and shoves his firm chest. "Your nicknames for me suck!"

He steals another kiss, smiling into it. "See what I mean? That laugh lights me up. And hey, fruitcake is a better nickname than shortstop, right?"

"I guess," Sawyer mutters, "but I… I really like it when you call me baby." The last portion is whispered quickly and sheepishly, yet the gleam in her boyfriend's eyes tells her he heard it all.

"Yeah, baby?" Harry murmurs with a satisfied groan as he readjusts her in his lap. “You gotta stop saying things like that. It's got me going weak in the knees." Sawyer bites her lip, causing him to lull his head to the side and clutch where his heart is. “God, everything you do makes me want to kiss you for hours."

So they do. Not for hours, but long enough for the fireworks to fade out and the party inside to die down with remnants of confetti and glitter on the ground. Under the stars, they kiss until they become dizzy with love and secret exchanges of words they have yearned to say to each other for so long. Just the two of them on a random balcony, falling deeper and deeper in love with each other until it's time to go home.

They shine too brightly to be dimmed.

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oubliette-odette · 7 months

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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 13

Guys, I really didn't expect this to turn into anything serious, but now this is turning into like a full blown novel. In fact, I've been having so much fun writing it, that it's gotten me to start NaNoWriMo this year - which I haven't done for a couple years. Regardless of whether or not this is actually a good story, I'm having fun practicing my writing and sharing it with you nice people, so wish me luck and thank you as always for your support! :)

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Word Count: 3349 (average 25 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racisms. Steamy scenes will come to those who are patient. :) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

I had never cried my whole life, as far as I could recall. Being raised in an orc commune doesn’t really create an environment for crying. You were expected to be tough…or die. I was used to shouldering through any hardship with grit and determination and keeping your chin up and proud throughout the challenge.

However, I was unable to be strong watching Altan leave me again.

I wasn’t sure what to do with all of the water leaking from my eyes and I stood stunned and gasping for air as I shuddered and shook.

How many times would I have to watch us do this? To be so close, so near, and then suddenly so far apart again? How many times would I have to see the back of him, leaving me?

Doxxah seemed to understand the whole of our situation without asking any questions and they were very patient with me the next few days as I struggled to stay focused on any basic task. I noticed how they would tell me to take breaks more frequently and conveniently dropped more cinnamon rolls on the floor - which meant they couldn’t be sold and I would have to eat them. They were caring for me like a coddling parent and even though I didn’t have the awareness to say anything then, I appreciated it more than they would ever know.

The day following Altan’s visit, there was a message delivered from the Duke’s Hall with a message that I was not allowed any contact with Altan, or there would be repercussions. There were no further details on what those repercussions would be.

“Why can you not just run away with him?” Doxxah asked.

I shook my head, “Altan is scared of his father. He pursued him across the continent to the Sword Coast when he ran away. I cannot imagine the consequences if he ran away with an orc like myself.”

“So now what? You wait for the Duke to die?” Doxxah asked. “It’s been almost a month since you’ve been here, what will you do?”

I shook my head, I didn’t really know.

And Doxxah didn’t know either, but they promised me a place to stay for as long as I needed - forever if need be. I was grateful to them. So grateful to them and I promised to work hard to earn such generosity.

We agreed it would not be wise for me to go with Doxxah to make deliveries in the Hall, but Doxxah promised me that they would relay any messages to Altan if they were able.

What could I say in such short words that would quantify everything that I was feeling, everything I wanted to tell him? I wanted to tell him that I loved him in return. So much. I wanted to ask him to make sure he was eating enough, that he was staying out of trouble, that he was still making music. I wanted to ask if he missed me? Would he wait a long time for me? Or should I ask him to find someone else to love if our love was doomed from the beginning?

Instead, I gave Doxxah two word: djefham simpsad.

“What does it mean?” They asked.

“Light eternal.” I said. That was what Altan was to me, my eternal light. He was like the sun, wherever he was, I would bask in his light, burn in his gaze if he let me.

Doxxah returned with Altan’s message on a slip of paper with Altan’s rushed handwriting; an Elven phrase that I spent the next few days tirelessly working to translate: “My light is yours eternally, my heart will be wherever you are, but I am most earnest to see you again.”

“You two are a bit disgusting.” Doxxah said, their voice endearing. “I’ve never seen such a sappy romance like the two of yours.”

I dismissed the teasing with a friendly smile and pocketed the note, it would stay close with me for however long I’d be away from him.

I worked through those days with a determination to earn a chance to be with him again. I took every day with the belief that if we were meant to be, an opportunity would reveal itself. Some god must have blessed us to be together if we were drawn to each other so randomly, I had to believe that they would bless us again.

And the blessings came rather unexpectedly.

It had been many weeks since Commander Gideon had visited, but he returned one quiet morning, dressed in common clothes. Doxxah greeted him with a flurry of hands reaching for all of the goods that they would be sending off with him.

“I have news.” Commander Gideon said quietly, but loud enough to catch my attention. I looked up from the back and caught his eyes on me. He gave a micro nod, and I wiped my hands on the apron I was wearing and came closer to the counter.

Doxxah and I stood, expectant and curious.

Gideon reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. “I am reluctant to give this to you without providing some caution.”

“What is it?” Doxxah asked.

He continued to look at me intently, “It is an invitation to the Autumn Gala, addressed to Doxxah and those in your employ.”

Doxxah clapped their hands together. “Oh how delightful! I was wondering when my invitation would come! Drunrag this will be wonderful for you to see Altan!” They reached for the envelope, but Gideon snapped it just out of reach.

“I believe the Duke is putting you,“ He nodded at me, “in a position to be caught with the young Hilmar. I promised the Young Lord that I would do my best to help you, and I have kept the Duke off your scent as much as possible, but I cannot protect you if you put yourself in the direct attention of the Duke. He is determined to find fault in you to remove you from this place. Do you understand?”

Doxxah looked over to me, their eyes narrowed, “Drunrag can control himself, right?”

I nodded, “I understand, Commander.”

He nodded and then put the envelope back in front of Doxxah. “I am relieved to hear you say this. I do not wish to see this end poorly for the two of you.” He glanced between us and bowed his head. “Del sends her love, good day.”

He turned and left and I stood in awe, the envelope still sealed in Doxxah’s hands.

“You will go?” I asked.

Doxxah nodded, “I must, I have a reputation to uphold.” With a deft slice of their claw, they unsealed the envelope and slid out the card that was pressed with gold foil script in big, curling letters. It was impossible for me to read. “And you? You will go?”

I nodded, “Even if it’s to see him from afar, I will go.”

Doxxah snorted then gasped, “Oh, but what will you wear? Darling I hate to break it to you, but you have no sense of taste.”

I shook my head, “I…I don’t know.” I didn’t consider that this was in fact, a gala. That usually included posh people in clothes that were worth more than my forge.

“Leave that to me.” Doxxah said, “Trust me that I will make you stunning for your beloved.”

The gala was in two weeks, and they were probably the longest two weeks of my life. Now that I knew a chance to see Altan was coming, I was antsy for time to move faster.

Doxxah delivered another message to him for me, containing the words, “Kupu, wakka dra natha.” Soon, I will see you.

Altan’s reply: I yearn to be seen by you.

Oh, Altan was maddening with his words. He was teasing me, pulling me into a state of want that I didn’t know I could feel for someone.

I realized that this was the first time I had felt such strong feelings for anyone in my life. Ever. And to my own delight all of it was free from the rules of mating or lust. It was because of who Altan was. It was because of who I was. We were somehow just meant to meet, to be friends, and then naturally become…lovers?

The word still scared me. I realized that we had never really touched each other, except for in small fragile moments, but somehow he left me breathless, wanting, and yearning. I missed the nights that we used to be able to speak to each other through our dreams. It would have eased much of my worry and anxiety if I could just speak to him and comfort him. I worried what his father was doing to him. I worried that he was losing his light being confined there. He was meant to be free, to be roaming with the sun on his skin. He was not one to keep inside, locked up.

I played with the vial around my neck. Possibly drinking it would return those dreams to us, but also everything else. It was a gamble to do that to ourselves, to Altan. The cost wasn’t worth it, but I still went to bed every night tempted to down the crimson liquid just so I could see him again.

But the weeks eventually passed and the night of the Gala was upon us. My stomach was tight and Doxxah struggled to get me to do anything that day. I was completely useless, more a corpse than a body in the bakery and Doxxah finally banished me to my room to dress in the clothes they purchased for me and to stay out of the bakery.

Doxxah had measured me and sent in an order for something tailored to fit me. I pulled from the box they handed me three articles of clothing. The first, a pair of black pants that fit loosely around my thighs, the inseam was low and gave the pants a baggy, loose look, but it narrowed on my shins and tucked neatly into the black boots that Doxxah had also purchased for me, they were a soft leather that was polished to a bright shine. The final piece was a black shirt with a low, almost plunging collar. My collarbone was nearly fully exposed, which Doxxah promised me it looked very enticing and would likely be to Altan’s taste. I trusted that they were right. The shirt had no sleeves, looking almost more like a vest, leaving my shoulders and arms exposed - also said to be enticing according to Doxxah. The buttons that run down the front were black pearl buttons and there was gold embroidery that was thin and subtle across the entirety of the fabric, it flashed and shimmered in only certain light, making Doxxah clap in delight.

The night of the gala, Doxxah insisted that my hair be released from its topknot and be let free. I had come to learn that Doxxah having claws for hands did not stop them from being incredibly adept with them and they worked through my dark hair with experience, creating complicated braids that pulled the hair from my face. They told me that it helped accentuate my cheekbones and jaws - which were apparently also enticing.

I didn’t realize so much about me could be described in such a way. Did Altan see these same things in me?

I was honestly a bit scared to find out.

Doxxah hired a carriage to take us to the Duke’s Hall, even though it wasn’t far of a walk to get there. I learned in the last month that Doxxah also appreciated the finer things in life - I had learned much about hygiene, appearance and poise in that time that I had never learned in my lifetime.

My heart was beating wildly inside me. I had to be on my best behavior. I knew that the Duke was likely orchestrating all of this to meet my demise, but I would prove to him that I was worthy to love his son. And I had to see Altan again. It was a need I could not deny anymore.

The Great Hall was bursting with light, large chandeliers bouncing and refracting it into every corner and as we stepped into the room, I felt cold and my stomach tightened as I saw the crowds that swelled the space. I couldn’t make out faces, there were too many, and I didn’t want them looking at me in return. They were all human and they all were shorter, more slim, more smooth than either Doxxah or I. There were so many in large, voluminous gowns that sparkled and swished as they moved. Many people were dancing in the center of the hall as music rose and fell.

While Doxxah lifted their chin in pride and displayed their glistening violet scales and matching purple suit coat for all to see, I was caught frozen in that moment. I couldn’t be here. This is exactly where I didn’t belong. This is how people like me get hurt, get cornered into something dangerous.

Doxxah patiently pulled me back to their side and tried to remind myself to breathe as I stumbled into pace with them. My head felt dizzy as I brushed against more and more people and they all would turn and suddenly their eyes would widen at the sight of me. I couldn’t hide what I was to them. I couldn’t soften myself to fit them and I felt so wrong.

“Doxxah, what a pleasant time to have you with us.” I turned to see the Duke approaching us, a wine glass in hand. “And I see you brought your newest employee.” I felt his stare on me, and how he took in everything that I’m sure he saw as wrong and distasteful.

Doxxah nodded, their grin was friendly but guarded. “He has joined as my apprentice.”

“And will he be staying long?”

Doxxah glanced at me and shrugged. “As long as he chooses.”

The Duke met my eyes and bowed before me. I felt the mockery in it and tensed as he extended his hand. “Duke Telaisin Hilmar, at your service. What may I call you?”

“Drunrag.” I answered, my hand hovered over his hand before Doxxah nudged my elbow and I took his hand in mine. “Drunrag Ulurat, Your Grace. It is an honour to meet you.” I had rehearsed the words again and again with Doxxah, but I still found them falling out of my mouth with heavy and webbed disdain.

“You know my son, I hear.” he said, now standing at his full height, I saw that he was not much shorter than I and his upward gaze was only slight.

I answered with reluctance “I was able to help him when he was visiting the Sword Coast.”

“How lucky my son was to find such a close friendship with you.” The Duke said. “I must thank you for keeping him safe while he was away. And I’m grateful that you could be here to join us tonight, for I’ve made big plans for him tonight that will take him away from Berdusk, somewhere where he can’t be followed. His future is bright and I’m sure you understand how important it is that I send him where he won’t be distracted.”

I felt the heaviness of his words and I met his cold gaze, “I understand, Your Grace.”

“He takes on much of his mother’s traits, he loves easily and rushes into things rather rapidly.” He continued, my eyes darkened at his words, “I often find he goes through these phases that often hurt him in the end. I’m doing my best to protect him from such things, but he has remained willful and distracted since his return.” He regarded me, looking me up and down. “This change will do him good. I hope you don’t choose to follow him again. His future and yours do not align.”

I didn’t answer, only stared back at him with my own cold, returning stare.

“You understand?” His tone was becoming honey-sweet and cloying with charm.

I felt Doxxah’s fixated stare on me, begging me to keep my mouth shut, but I felt my fists tighten and I raised my chin. “Altan is not a child. He does not need you to make his choices for him.”

“You will not be seeing him again after tonight, orc.” He said coolly. “You have tonight to say your goodbyes, and then you will leave and forget this place. If I ever find that you are seeking my son, I will see you suffer for it.”

He bowed towards Doxxah and turned away, not giving me a second glance.

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meiliarotten · 11 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 13: Leather Polish (Boot Worship)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic’s boots. That’s all.

Tags: Boot worship, boot licking, dom/sub, praise

Word Count: 1.9k

The Masterlist

You had always found that distinct footwear was alluring to you. Other aspects of attire also helped, of course, but for some reason the shoes were always your first point of focus. A nice pair of dress shoes could be tempting to you, but above all, you were most passionate about boots. A pair of nice boots could lure you in and fluster you beyond all reason. However, this had always been something you kept to yourself.

But now, you were in a relationship with Medic. A man whose job had him almost always clad in a uniform that involved a most striking pair of black leather boots. How could you possibly resist?

It was late, and the other mercenaries had long since settled down for the night or gone out drinking in celebration of a victorious battle. In Medic’s private quarters, you had already stripped him of his coat and vest, palming at his chest. His hands traveled down your body. You were already stripped down to your underwear, much more exposed than he was. Medic was about to kick off his boots when, in a moment of sudden bravery, you spoke up.

“Wait!” You said, your nerves making you speak a bit louder than you meant to. Medic paused, looking down at you with some concern.

“Is something wrong, liebling?” He asked. Your hesitation returned, and you nervously clasped your hands together as you tried to find your words again.

“This might sound a bit weird, but,” you trailed off, glancing almost involuntarily down at the boots. “Could you… keep the boots on?”

Medic followed your gaze, soon realizing what you wanted. He grinned wickedly, already planning for how to make the most out of your apparent affinity.

“Ah, I understand.” His knowing look made you go red. Still, you were glad that he seemed to like the idea. Asking really was the hardest part, and you had gotten it over with. Now, for the fun part.

You were taken firmly by the chin. Medic easily fell into the role of an assertive dom. You, likewise, were more than willing to allow him to manipulate your body and take whatever he wanted from you.

“I’ll keep them on, but only if you’re nice and obedient for me. For now though, I think I’ll give you a look at them up close ,” Medic said, taking you by the hair and pulling slightly before pushing your head down. You kneeled down to the ground in front of him. You couldn’t hide the way your eyes lit up as you were able to examine the fine leather up close.

“You really do like them, don’t you?” Medic obviously noted the spark of lust in your gaze. “If only I had known this earlier. I would have had so much fun finding new ways to make you squirm.”

You managed to tear your gaze away from the footwear, looking back up at Medic. Wide eyed, like an eager puppy awaiting a command, you asked him, “What would you like me to do?”

He paused for a moment, looking you over as he pondered his next command. An idea finally came to him. He took a moment to thank his luck that he had happened to polish his boots just earlier that day. They were nice and clean for you to admire to the fullest. It also meant that his next order wouldn’t be too challenging for you to carry out.

“I take good care of these, you know,” Medic tapped the toe of one of his boots on the floor to draw your attention. “I take great pains to keep them in near perfect condition. In fact, they were cleaned earlier today. However, perhaps you could get them even cleaner, meine liebe?”

Medic took a few steps back to sit on the bed, beckoning you forward as he did so. You didn’t need any further implications. You got the message immediately, and you were more than eager to obey. Crawling forward, you bent your head down and began to lick, savoring the earthy taste and scent of fine leather.

“Gott im Himmel, you’re practically drooling,” Medic observed you with a short laugh, even as his pants became uncomfortably tight at the sight of you lapping eagerly before him. You continued to concentrate whole heartedly on your task, running your tongue along the length of the boot, even kissing it every so often until Medic pulled away, offering you the opposite boot. Of course, you wasted no time repeating the process to the tune of Medic’s praises.

“You look ravishing like that, kneeling before me, so ready to serve,” he said, reaching down at one point to stroke your hair like a prized pet.

While you would have been content to stay on your knees and polish those boots for hours, your own arousal was becoming unbearable. Unconsciously, you dipped a hand into your underwear, hoping to sate it.

“Nein, none of that!” The sharp command startled you, and you immediately removed your hand.

“I’m sorry sir,” you whimpered, ceasing your actions for just a moment in order to apologize. You looked up at Medic hesitantly to see him deep in thought once again, no doubt thinking up some kind of punishment. Or so you thought. To your surprise, his gaze softened, and he smiled down at you mercifully.

“It’s alright, liebchen. I never said you couldn’t pleasure yourself. I just didn’t specify exactly how you were allowed to do so,” he explained. You watched, tilting your head in confusion as he shifted forward to sit right at the edge of the bed, a hand reaching out to grip your hair again. “Sit up on your knees and spread your legs.”

You obeyed immediately, although you were still a bit bemused. Medic’s methods soon became clear when he positioned one of his boots underneath you, angling it so that the toe box pointed upwards. The instep was right below your crotch. It was a clear invitation.

“No hands, and don’t take your undergarments off just yet,” Medic said, chuckling as you began to realize exactly what he wanted you to do. “Go on and prove how much you love these boots of mine.”

You nodded, grasping his leg and beginning to grind your hips down. You moaned at the feeling of the leather against you, even if you were only feeling it through your soaked underwear.

“Gutes mädchen. Doesn’t that feel divine?” Medic asked, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Yes sir,” you moaned, outright humping the boot in earnest now. You slid yourself over the leather from the toe to the instep, back and forth in a rhythm that sent jolts of ecstasy through you. It wasn’t enough though, certainly not enough to push you over the edge, and Medic knew this. He watched with a sly grin as you began to ride the boot more desperately, clutching at his leg for some kind of leverage.

“Medic-” you quickly corrected yourself. “Sir! Please!”

“Please what, liebling? Use your words.”

You looked up with those wide, pleading eyes once again, this time far more clouded with lust and need. “Please fuck me!”

Medic smirked down at you, and nodded. He was actually quite eager to relieve the arousal building in his own core as well. However, he hid his desire well, keeping his voice steady as he continued to issue commands.

“Up here, meine liebe. Kneel on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he said, patting the mattress.

“Yes sir!” You said, unable to hide the enthusiasm in your voice. You were on the bed and in position as quickly as possible, only pausing to finally strip your underwear off.

Medic felt himself twitch with need at the sight of you. Such an obedient subject, so ready to take him as long as he kept his boots on, and he had every intent of fulfilling that promise. He moved behind you, removing his dress shirt and lowering his pants just enough to free his straining erection.

You gasped softly when you felt his cock press against your entrance. You looked back at him and met his gaze, which had softened for just a moment. With a smile and a nod, you assured him that he could go on. That was all the permission he needed to thrust himself in to the hilt. It was an easy endeavor, with how wet you had become.

Your head dropped to the mattress as he thrust into you. In such a position, it was easy enough to look back between your own legs. You were able to admire those boots this way, still shiny as could be, partially due to your earlier activities, digging into the mattress for purchase as Medic snapped his hips forward. It was all you could have ever wanted.

“Enjoying the view, my dear,” Medic asked, his hot breath tickling your neck as he draped himself over you.

“Yeah,” was all you managed to get out between shuddering moans. He held onto your hips, tightening his grip in warning. You quickly corrected yourself. “Yes sir!”

“Mein Gott, you’re so wet, just from grinding yourself on my boots for so long,” Medic said, laughing wickedly between desperate groans in a way you found incredibly erotic, especially as they mixed with your own sounds. “Now that I know about this little interest of yours, perhaps I’ll have to buy some special pairs just for you.”

A pleasant shudder went up your spine at the thought of that. Medic sporting boots purchased for the specific purpose of letting you lick and rut desperately against them.

“I would like that. sir,” you moaned.

“Yes, I thought you would. Perhaps we can find some with more intricate details? I’m sure that the ridges and bumps of engraved leather would offer some very interesting sensations for you,” Medic’s voice broke slightly at the end, signaling a slight loss of composure as the pleasure began to build. He moaned deeply and began to thrust faster, clearly getting close to finishing.

“Yes! Yes sir, please!” You cried, your mind racing with all the new possibilities. Medic reached around your waist to rub your clit, bringing you as close to the edge as he was with a few circular motions.

With a sharp groan, Medic thrust his hips forward one final time. He moaned into your ear as his orgasm overtook him. A few more strokes of your clit had you following soon after, nearly collapsing onto the mattress with a shrill cry.

Medic’s weight fell upon you, essentially pinning you to the mattress below him. Luckily, you didn’t mind too much. In fact, it was comforting in a way. It was also the perfect position for Medic to whisper into your ear.

“We are going to have so much fun with this, liebchen. I’m going to make you feel so good,” the soft whispers wormed their way into your mind and you clung onto every word. “The sight of you desperately rutting against my boots. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that. I’m going to have so much fun finding new ways to make you beg and moan just for me next time.”

You listened intently, even as your eyes began to drift shut. You remained below him, smiling as you were lulled to sleep with detailed promises of what was to come. Unconsciousness overtook you, as did the most tantalizing sense of anticipation for the ‘next time’ that had been promised.

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